كُنتُ أَخشى عَذلَ العَواذِلِ حَتّى

كُنتُ أَخشى عَذلَ العَواذِلِ حَتّى

صِرتَ مُستَثقِلاً لِرَدِّ جَوابي

صِرتَ مُستَثقِلاً لِرَدِّ جَوابي

I feared the censure of the reproachers, until

I used to fear the blame of critics, until

You came to find replying to me burdensome.

You grew weary of answering my letters.

فَتَرَكتُ التَثقيلَ في بَعثِ كُتبي

فَتَرَكتُ التَثقيلَ في بَعثِ كُتبي

وَاِستَراحَت عَواذِلي مِن عِتابي

وَاِستَراحَت عَواذِلي مِن عِتابي

So I ceased burdening you by sending my letters,

So I stopped burdening you with my writings,

And my reproachers found rest from rebuking me.

And my critics were relieved of reproaching me.