حسِبتُم هذه الدنيا

تضيق برحبها عنا

You thought this world

Was too narrow for us

فصرتم كلما جئنا

نفرتم جهرةً منا

So whenever we came

You openly shunned us

أسأتم إذ تبرّمتم

بهذا المغرم المضنى

You did wrong when you frowned

Upon this ardently devoted one

وجرتم حين غيّرتم

بصدق ولائهِ الظنا

And you doubted

His true loyalty

ولو أنصفتمو قلتم

أديبٌ يعبدُ الحسنا

If you were fair you would say

He is a man of letters who worships beauty