دَعَا قَلْبِي لِتَهْنِئَتْهِ بَيَانِي

فَقَصَّرَ دُونَهَا وَبِهِ تَمَادِي

My heart called me to congratulate it

But my words fell short, though they went on

لَوِ انْتَظَمَتْ مِنَ الشَّمْسِ القَوَافِي

أَشِعَّتهَا لَضاَقَتْ عَنْ وَدَادِي

If the rhymes were to come from the sun

They would be too narrow for my love

وَلَوْ وَسَعَت أَغَارِيدَ الشَّوَادِي

لَمَا وَسَعَتْ حَنِيناً مِنْ فُؤَادِي

And if the melodies of songsters were to widen

They would not encompass the yearning in my heart

وَلَوْ جَمَعَتْ عَبِيرَ الرَّوْضِ تَمْضِي

بِهِ النَّسمَاتُ لَمْ تَجْمَعْ مرَادِي

And if the fragrance of the garden were gathered

The breezes would not gather my wishes

إِذَا مَا الْحبُّ جَاوَزَ كُلَّ حَدٍّ

يُحَدُّ بِهِ أَيُحْبَسُ فِي مَدَادِ

When love goes beyond every limit

Can it be confined in ink?