صَبَا لِرُّبَى الأَرَاكِ وَحَيِّ هِنْدِ

طَرِيحُ صَبَابَةٍ وَحَليِفُ وَجْدِ

The zephyr of the meadows of Arac and the living Hind,

A lover languishing, and confidant of passion,

وَهَاجَتْهُ البُروُقُ فَحَنَّ شَوَقْاً

إِلى رَشْفِ الَّلمَى مِنْ ثَغْرِ هِنْدِ

Lightning stirred him, so he yearned,

For a mouthful from the red lips of Hind.

سَكِرْتُ وَمِنْ شَمَائِلِهَا شَمُولِي

وَمِنْ وَجَنَاتِهَا آسِي وَوَرْدِي

I became drunk from her charms,

Her tender and rosy cheeks make me tipsy and ecstatic.

مُحَجَّبَةٌ وَلَكِنْ في ضَمِيرِي

بِمَوْطِنِ صَبْوَتي وَمَحَلِّ وُدِّي

She is veiled, but in my conscience,

Is the place where my love was born and nurtured.

وَأَشْهَدَنِي تَذَكْرُهَا جَمَالاً

أُنَزِّهُ وَصْفَهُ عَنْ كُلِّ حَدِّ

The memory of her beauty bears witness to perfection,

Its description is beyond any limit.

إِذَا أَبْدَى التَّبَسُّمُ نَظْمُ عِقْدٍ

أُعَانِقُهُ فَأَنْثُرُ كُلَّ عِقْدِي

When her smile reveals a string of pearls,

I embrace it and scatter all my pearls.

وَبِتُّ فَلاَ تَسَلْ عَنْ عَيْشِ صَبٍّ

حَظَى بِالوَصْلِ بَعْدَ جَفاً وَصَدِّ

I pass the night sleepless, so do not ask,

About the life of a lover, after disdain and separation.