إنّ نُعمى وما دَرَتْ

حَمَلَتْنِي بظعنها

Her blindness and what it caused

Bore me down with its burden.

سَرَقت ليلة الجِما

رِ فؤادي بحسنها

It stole from me in the night

My heart with its beauty.

كنتُ صُبحاً حُرّاً وأمْ

سيتُ من بعض قِنِّها

I was free in the morn, but forgot

Myself for a moment in her dimple.

طَلَبتني على شجا

عةِ قلبي بجُبْنِها

She sought me out, stabbing

My heart with her cowardice.

كنتُ لمّا كنّيْتُ عن

ها كأنّي لم أعْنِها

When I pretended to turn

Away, it was as if I didn't blame her.

لَيتَني كنتُ في الظّلا

مِ ضجيعاً لغُصنها

Would that I had lain in the shadows

Asleep by her branch.

أو نسيمَ الصَّبا يمر

رُ اِجتِيازاً برُدْنِها

Or that the morning breeze blew

Past, brushing her cheek.

ولقد عدّدَت عَلَي

ىَ ذُنوباً لم أجْنِها

And she counted against me

Sins I did not commit.