1. يا عَذولي إِن كُنتَ تَرجو سُلُوّي

    فَالَّذي تَرتَجيهِ نَفسُ المُحالِ

    O my reproacher, if you hope I will forget my love,

    Then what you hope for is impossibility itself.

  2. كَم إِلى كَم تُبلى المَلامَ لِصَبٍّ

    سَمعُهُ في الهَوى بِهِ لا يُبالي

    How long, how long will you wear out reproaches on a lovesick man

    Whose ears, in love, pay them no heed?

  3. فَأَرِح وَاِستَرِح وَإِلّا اِشتَغَلنا

    عَن مُهِمّاتِنا بِقيلٍ وَقالِ

    So give me rest and rest yourself, or else we shall be distracted

    From our important affairs by gossip and idle talk.