جُدتَ بِخَطٍّ بِغَيرِ وَجهٍ

ذاكَ حالٌ عَلَيَّ يُبطي

You were written in a style without a face

That is a state that saddens me

وَلَيسَ ذا مَذهَبي وَلَكِن

أُحِبُّ وَجهاً بِغَيرِ خَطِّ

This is not my way, but

I love a face without a style