1. مَدمع باتَ يَسفحُ

    وَاِشتِياق مُبرحُ

    A tearful eye spent the night shedding tears,

    and agonizing longing;

  2. وَسُهادٌ لا يَنقَضي

    وَدُجى لَيسَ يَبرَح

    and sleeplessness that never ends,

    and darkness that will not depart.

  3. وَإِذا الأَلف صَدَّ فَالمَو

    ت لِلصَب أَروح

    And when the beloved turns away, then death

    is more restful for the lovelorn.

  4. وَحَبيب إِلَيهِ أَف

    ئدة الناس تَجنَح

    And a beloved toward whom the hearts

    of people incline.

  5. ما لِراجي وِصالَهُ

    أَمل فيهِ يَنجَح

    No one who hopes for union with him

    has any hope of success with him.

  6. قَمر ناظِري إِلى

    غَيرِهِ لَيسَ يَطمَح

    A moon—my eye looks

    toward no one other than him.

  7. قَد رَأَينا آيات حس

    ن لَهُ لَيسَ تَشرَح

    We have seen signs of beauty

    in him that cannot be explained.

  8. نَحنُ في الدَمع وَهُوَ في

    فلك الحَسن يَسج

    We are in tears, while he is in

    beauty's sphere, moving swiftly.

  9. يَكشف السِر وَالهَوى

    طَرفَهُ حينَ يَلمَح

    The secret and passion are revealed

    by his gaze when he glances.

  10. ما لُباب النَجاة في

    حُبِهِ لَيسَ يَفتَح

    Why does the gate of deliverance

    not open in love for him?

  11. يا شَقاء المُحب وَا

    عَجَباً كَيفَ يُفلِح

    O misery of the lover! Oh,

    what a wonder—how can he prosper?

  12. يَسلب القُرب قَلبَهُ

    وَهُوَ بِالقَرب يَفرَح

    Closeness steals his heart,

    yet he rejoices in closeness.

  13. هب فُؤادي عِندَ التَنا

    ئي مَع الدَمع يَسفَح

    Grant that my heart, at separation,

    spills out with the tears;

  14. ما لِقَلبي بِالوَجد عِن

    د التَلاقي يَجرَّح

    why is my heart, through longing,

    wounded when we meet?

  15. يَظفر الشَق كُل يَو

    م بِروحي وَيُصفح

    Distress prevails each day

    over my soul, and turns away.

  16. جَدَّ بي لاعج الغَرا

    م وَمَولايَ يَمزَح

    The burning anguish of passion has grown fierce in me,

    while my lord jests.

  17. وَزِناد الأَشواق نا

    راً بِأَحشائي يَقدح

    And longing's flint strikes fire

    within my vitals.

  18. وَإِلى كَم دَمعي بِشَكو

    ى تَجافيك يَصفح

    And how long will my tears, in complaint

    of your aloofness, turn away?

  19. هاكَ روحي فَالمَوت لي

    بِأَبي أَنتَ أَصلَح

    Take my soul: death, for me,

    is better—may my father be your ransom.