لَو لَم يَكُن إِنسانُ عَينِيَ سابِحاً

لَو لَم يَكُن إِنسانُ عَينِيَ سابِحاً

لَخَشيتُ حينَ بَكَيتُ مِن إِغراقِهِ

لَخَشيتُ حينَ بَكَيتُ مِن إِغراقِهِ

Had the pupil of my eye not been a swimmer,

If my beloved's eyes were not swimming,

I would have feared drowning it when I wept.

I would have feared drowning when I wept.

ثَمِلتُ مِنها وَمالي

ثَمِلتُ مِنها وَمالي

سِوى الغَرامِ رَحيقُ

سِوى الغَرامِ رَحيقُ

I grew drunk on her, yet I have no

I became full of them yet desire

pure wine but passion.

Naught but love's sweet nectar.