لَوْ كْنْتُ فِيهِ هَائِماً وَحْدِي

لَعَذَرْتُ عُذَّالِي عَلى وَجْدِي

If I were infatuated with it alone

I would pardon my blamers for my passion

أَمَا وَكُلُّ الكَوْنِ يَعْشِقُهُ

فَعَلاَمَ أُخْفِي فِيه مَا عِنْدِي

But when all creation is in love with it

Why should I conceal what’s in my heart?

هَامَ النَّسِيمُ بِلُطْفِهِ فَلِذَا

ظَهَرَ اْعتِلاَلٌ فِي صَبَا نَجْدِ

The gentle breeze has languished for its charm

And so sickness appeared in the youth of Najd

وَلَهُ عُيُونُ الزَّهْرِ رَامِقَةُ

بِنَوَاظِرٍ مُلِئَتْ مِنَ السُّهْدِ

It has the eyes of flowers glancing

With looks filled with languor

وَأَبِيكَ لَوْلاَ لِينُ قَامَتِهِ

مَا اشْتَقْتُ لِينَ مَعَاطِفِ الرَّنْدِ

And but for your father’s supple stature

I would not have wished for the softness of silk

يَا قَاتِلي وَجَوَانِحِي أَبَداً

تَشْتَاقُهُ فِي القُرْبِ والبُعْدِ

O my murderess, my heart will always yearn

Whether near or far, for you

لَكَ أَنْ تَجُورَ عَليَّ يَا أَمَلي

وَعَلَيَّ أَنْ أَرْضَى بِمَا تُبْدِي

You may be unjust to me, my hope

And I must be content with what you grant

وَلَئِنْ أَرَاقَ دَمِي هَوَاكَ فَيَا

شَرَفِي وَيَا حَظِّي وَيَا سَعْدي

And if your love sheds my blood, my pride

My fortune and joy

أَخْفَيْتُ حُبْكَ إِذْ خَفِيتَ ضَناً

فَكَأَنَّنَا كُنَّا عَلى وَعْدِ

I hid my love when you hid in disdain

As if we had made a vow

لَكَ نَاظِرٌ أَبَداً لَحِاجِبِهِ

يَشْكُو ظُلاَمَةَ عامِلِ الغَدِّ

You have an eye whose lid forever complains

Of the gloom of a capricious fate

لَكَ عَارضٌ لَمَّا أَعْتَرَضْتُ رَأَي

إِطْلاَقَ جَارِي الدَّمْعِ في نَقْدِي

You have a cheek, when I expressed my view

Released my tears as ransom