غَضضت نَواظِري عَن غُصن قَد

وَعفت حَنين قَلبي وَهُوَ روحي

I lowered my eyes from one whose figure was a supple bough;

my heart renounced my longing, though it is my very soul.

فَلَو عقب الهَوى قَلبي وَقالَت

اِذن روحي أَروح لقال روحي

Had my heart followed passion, and my soul said,

“Then I shall depart,” my heart would have replied, “Depart!”

وَأَفكاري تَسوح لفرط شَوقي

فَأَطوى لَوعَتي وَأَقولُ سوحى

My thoughts roam from the extremity of my longing;

I fold away my anguish and tell them, “Roam.”

لظبي قَد بَكَت عيني وَقالَت

أَنوح اِلى النُشورِ فَقُلت نوحي

For a gazelle my eye has wept and said,

“I shall wail until the Resurrection.” I said, “Then wail.”

وَذاكَ لمله شَرقا وَغَربا

لِنَفحاتِ الغَبوق مَع الصُبوح

And that is to fill East and West

with waftings of the evening draught and the morning cup.