جفاؤكَ كُلَّ يَومٍ في مزيدِ
وما تَنفكُّ تُشمِتُ بي حَسُودِي
Your coldness grows greater every day.
And you never cease to make my envier gloat over me.
فإن يكنِ الصُّدودُ رضاك فاذهَب
فإِنِّي قد وَهَبتُكَ للصُّدُودِ
If turning away is what pleases you, then go;
for I have given you over to estrangement.
فحسبيَ منكَ أن يَهواكَ قلبي
وَحَسبُكَ أن أَزوُرَكَ كُلَّ عِيدِ
So all I need of you is that my heart loves you,
and enough for you that I visit you every feast day.
Sol 6.1