بَرْقُ الحِمَى أَنْتَ الَّذِي

أَذْكَيْتَ عَنْبَرَهُ الشَّذِي

You are the lightning of fever that

Ignited its ambergris fragrance

وَأَخَذْتَ فِي شِبْهِ الُّغُورِ

الغُرِّ أَحْسنَ مَأْخَذِ

And penetrated the semblance of cheeks

Taking the fairest course

مَنْ لِي بِنُوقِ العَامِرِيَّةِ

لَوْ بِخَدِّي تَحْتَذِي

If only I had the cheeks of a gazelle

That your kisses graze

يَا سَهْمَ مُقْلِتَهَا إِلَى

قَلْبِي وُصُولُكَ فَانْفُذِ

O arrow directed straight

To my heart, pierce through

مَنْ مُنْقِذِي كَلاَّ غَلِطْتُ

وَمِنْك اطلبُ مُنْقِذِي

Who will rescue me, nay I was wrong

It is you I seek for my rescue

أَبَداً بِوِسُوَاسٍ عَلَيْكَ

مِنَ العَذُولِ تَعَوُّذِي

Never with any misgiving about you

Take refuge in turning away from me