بالَّذي ألهَمَ تَعذِيبي

ثَنَاياكَ العِذابا

By Him who inspired my torment

with your writhing agony,

والَّذي ألبَسَ خدِّي

كَ من الوَردِ نِقابا

By Him who clothed my cheek

in roses like a veil,

والَّذي أَودَعَ في فِي

كَ مِنَ الوَردِ شَرابا

By Him who instilled in my mouth

the roses' draught,

والَّذي صوَّرَ بآلاسِ

عَلى الوَردِ حِجابا

By Him who depicted with molten gold

upon roses a curtain,

والَّذي صيَّر حَظِّي

منكَ هَجراً واجتِنابا

By Him who ordained that my share of you

should be aloofness and estrangement,

ما الَّذي قالَته عينا

كَ لقَلبي فأجَابا

What said those eyes of yours

to my heart that made it answer back?

والَّذي قالَته للدَّم

عِ فَواراها انصِبابا

And what said that blood of yours,

gushing out in torrents, to my tears?

أغَزالاً صادَ باللَّحظِ

فُؤاداً فأصَابا

Does a glance woo

and pierce through to the heart?

عَمركَ اللَّهُ بِصَبٍّ

لا يُرى إلا مُصابا

May your life be long

with a youth seen but as a transient guest!