يا مَن يُذَكِّرُني بِعَهدِ أَحِبَّتي

طابَ الحَديثُ بِذِكرِهِم وَيَطيبُ

O you who remind me of the covenant of my loved ones

The talk was good with the mention of them and it is good

أَعِدِ الحَديثَ عَليَّ مِن جَنَباتِهِ

إِنَّ الحَديثَ عَنِ الحَبيبِ حَبيبُ

Repeat the talk to me from its sides

Indeed, talking about the beloved is beloved

مَلأَ الضُلوعَ وَفاضَ عَن أَحنائِها

قَلبٌ إِذا ذُكِرَ الحَبيبُ يَذوبُ

It filled the ribs and overflowed from its folds

A heart, when the beloved is mentioned, melts

ما زالَ يَضرِبُ خافِقاً بِجَناحِهِ

يا لَيتَ شِعري هَل تَطير قُلوبُ

It still flaps its wings

I wish I knew if hearts could fly