يا رب غانية بيضاء تصحبني

من العتاب كؤوساً ليس تنساغُ

O Lord, a fair companion accompanies me,

Cups of reproach do not go down easily.

أشتاق طرتها أم صدغها ومعي

من كلها طرر سورد واصداغ

I yearn for its scent or its cheek, and with me

Are sparks of chalcedony and silver ornaments from all of it.

كأننا لا أتاح الله فرقتنا

يا لعبة المسك باز تحته زاغ

It's as if God did not allow our separation,

O game of musk under which a crow lurked.