قُلتُ لِلغُصينِ قامَةً وَاِعتِدالا

قُلتُ لِلغُصينِ قامَةً وَاِعتِدالا

مِلْ لِصَبٍّ في الحبِّ صارَ قتيلَكْ

مِلْ لِصَبٍّ في الحبِّ صارَ قتيلَكْ

I said to the one like a little branch in stature and poise:

I said to the branch, standing tall and upright,

“Bend toward a lovesick man who, in love, has been slain by you.

"Why, for a youth in love, have you become slain?

وهَواه أراد ميلَك قَسْراً

وهَواه أراد ميلَك قَسْراً

وَهوَ أَضحى يريده أَن يُميلَك

وَهوَ أَضحى يريده أَن يُميلَك

And his passion sought to force you to bend,

His passion wanted your bend by force,

and he now wants it to make you bend.”

And now he wishes you would bend to him."

قالَ لي أَنتَ وَالهَوى فيك ريحٌ

قالَ لي أَنتَ وَالهَوى فيك ريحٌ

قلت شَأني يا غُصنُ أَن أَستَميلك

قلت شَأني يا غُصنُ أَن أَستَميلك

He said to me, “You and the passion within you are a wind.”

It said to me, "You and the love in you are a gust of wind.

I said, “My aim, O branch, is to sway you.”

My way, O branch, is to bend to you."