إِلّا يُرَ مِن قَدحِ زنادي سِقطُ

إِلّا يُرَ مِن قَدحِ زنادي سِقطُ

أَو لَم يُرَ من حظِّ هَواها قسطُ

أَو لَم يُرَ من حظِّ هَواها قسطُ

If no spark is seen from striking my flints,

Unless a spark from my flint is seen

or no share in the good fortune of loving her is seen,

Or if her love's share is not fulfilled

ترب وَطِئَته وَالهَوى يَجمَعُنا

ترب وَطِئَته وَالهَوى يَجمَعُنا

ما انجرَّ عَلَيهِ لسواها مِرطُ

ما انجرَّ عَلَيهِ لسواها مِرطُ

the dust she trod upon, with love bringing us together—

Dust that she tread and passion unite us

no one else’s mantle has trailed over it.

Nothing but it drew me to her, not her veil