لَيتَكَ آذَنتَني بِواحِدَةٍ
تَجعَلُها مِنكَ سائِرَ الأَبَدِ
If only you would tell me one thing,
Making it your pledge for all eternity:
تَحلِفُ أَلّا تَبرَّني أَبَداً
فَإِنَّ فيها بَرداً عَلى كَبِدي
That you swear never to show me kindness,
For in that lies cool relief for my liver.
إِن كانَ رِزقي إِلَيكَ فارمِ بِهِ
في ناظِرَي حَيَّةٍ عَلى رَصَدِ
If my sustenance is in your hands, then cast it
Into the eyes of a serpent lying in wait.
Sol 6.1