1. تَجَلّي صَباحاً وَميطي الخِمارا

    فما تطلعُ الشَمسُ إلّا نَهارا

    Shine forth in the morning, and draw aside the veil;

    for the sun rises only by day.

  2. وَحاشا مُحيّاكِ أَنّي أَقيسُ

    به البدرَ وَالبَدرُ يَخفى سرارا

    And I would never compare your face

    with the full moon, for the moon hides at month's end.

  3. مَرَيتِ الجفونَ وَهجتِ الشجون

    فَحَسبُكِ أَلَّفتِ ماءً وَنارا

    You have milked the eyelids and stirred up sorrows;

    enough—you have joined water and fire.

  4. أَفي الحقِّ أصفيكِ محض الوداد

    وأَنتِ تَصُدِّين عَنّي اِزوِرارا

    Is it right that I offer you pure love,

    while you turn away from me in aversion?

  5. تَبيتينَ وَسنى وَجَفني القَري

    حُ لا يَطعمُ النَومَ إلّا غِرارا

    You spend the night drowsy, while my wounded eyelid

    tastes sleep only in brief snatches.

  6. أما والمُحلِّينَ والمحرمينَ

    ومن طافَ بالبيت سَبعاً وزارا

    Indeed, by those outside pilgrim consecration and those within it,

    and whoever circled the House seven times and paid a visit:

  7. لأَنتِ الَّتي باتَ قَلبي لها

    مَشوقاً وَعَقلي بها مُستَطارا

    you are indeed the one for whom my heart spent the night

    yearning, and my mind was swept away by you.

  8. وَلَو أَنَّ ما بي بيذبلَ ذاب

    وَبالبَدرِ غابَ وَبالبَحرِ غارا

    And if Yadhbul bore what I bear, it would melt;

    if the full moon bore it, it would vanish; if the sea, it would drain away.

  9. وَلَولاكِ ما همتُ وجداً وَلا

    خلعت لحبِّ العَذارى العِذارا

    But for you, I would not have wandered mad with longing, nor

    cast off the bridle for love of maidens.

  10. وَلَم أَنسَ أَيّامنا في مِنىً

    وَموقفَنا حَيثُ نَرمي الجِمارا

    And I have not forgotten our days in Mina,

    and where we stood to cast the ritual pebbles,

  11. عشيَّةَ قالَت لأَترابها

    أَهَذا الَّذي جُنَّ فينا وَحارا

    that evening she said to her companions:

    “Is this the one who went mad for us and lost his way?”

  12. نعم أَنا ذاك فما تأمرين

    أَقَتلاً يُراحُ بِهِ أَم إِسارا

    Yes, I am he—what, then, do you command:

    a death that brings relief, or captivity?