لَمِنْ خِيَمٍ تَلُوحُ بِذي طَلوُحِ

تَضَوَّعَ نَشْرُ قَيْصُومٍ وَشِيحِ

For whose tent waving at the towering peak

Does the basil plant's aroma waft and reek?

دِيَارٌ بِالعَوَاصِمِ ذَاتُ سَفْحٍ

لِسَلْمَى دَائِمِ الدَّمْعِ السَّفُوحِ

A land with heights, those sloping bases,

Belonging to Salma, ever tearfully weak,

تَبَسَّمَ ثَغْرُهَا واللَّيْلُ دَاجٍ

فَنَبَّهَتِ النَّدَامَى لِلصَّبُوحِ

Her mouth smiles though the night is murky,

So the sorrows awake for the morn's first streak.

وَكَيْفَ بَقَاءُ لَيْلٍ مَعْ نَهَارٍ

ولاَ سِيماَ لِذِ النَّظَر الصَّحِيحِ

How can night remain with the light of day?

Especially with keen sight and vision sleek!

أَيّا لَدْنَ القَوامِ أَعِدْ لِجِسْمِي

بِكَاسِكَ يَا فَدَتٍْكَ النَّفْسُ رُوحي

O patron of the lithe, for my body prepare

With your cup - my soul's life, its essence and pique!

فَإِنَّ بِهَا حَيَاتِي بَعْدَ مَوْتِي

لِهَذَا لُقِّبَتْ بِدَمِ المَسَيحِ

For through it my life after death continues on

Thus titled the blood of Christ the meek.

أَلَسْتَ تَرَى الحَمَائِمَ قَدْ تَغَنَّتْ

بِلَحْنٍ مُعْجَمِ المَعْنى فَصِيحِ

See the doves sing songs

In odes of eloquent meanings oblique

تُذكِّرُك الصَّبابَةَ والتَّصَابِي

وَتنْسَخُ حُكْمَ تَوْبَتِكَ النَّصُوحِ

Reminding you of youth and companions

And copying your repentance, genuine and unique.