قَالُوا أتسلُو عن حَبي

بِكَ قُلتُ لا واللهِ عُمري

They said, do you ask about your love?

I said, no, by God, my life

قَالوا ففيه تَبَذُّلٌ

يأباهُ مِثلُكَ قلت أَدري

They said, so there is fickleness in it

One like you would spurn that, I said I know

لو كان مستوراً لَمَا

هَتَكَ الغرامُ عليه سِتْرِي

If it were hidden, passion

Would not have torn my veil from it

وإذا أبتْ نَفسي هَوا

هُ مَعَ الخيانَةِ خَان صَبرِي

And if my soul desired him

With betrayal he betrayed my patience