مَلك الفُؤاد وَقَد وَشى

بَدر تَكَنّى بِالرَشا

He reigns my heart, though hidden from all eyes,

A moon who veils his beauty in the skies.

عَذب الرِضاب مهفهف

يَسبي الشَجي اِذا مَشى

Sweetly melodious, gently blowing breeze,

That makes the boughs dance gracefully with ease.

ما حيلَتي في حبه

اِلّا سَعير في الحَشا

What can I do, when to his love I’m bound?

Like flickering flames that through the forest pound.