هَل في ادِّكارِ الحَبيب مِن حَرَجِ

أَم هَل لِهَمِّ الفُؤادِ مِن فَرَجِ

Is there shame in remembering the beloved

Or is there relief for the worries of my heart

أَم كَيفَ أَنسى مَسِيرنا حُرُماً

يَومَ حَلَلنا بِالنَخلِ مشن أَمَجِ

How can I forget our walk together veiled

The day we strolled by the date palms leaning

يَومَ يَقُولُ الرَسُولُ قَد أَذِنَت

فَأَتِ عَلى غَير رِقبَةٍ فَلِجِ

The day when the messenger says "She has given permission

So come without waiting another moment"

أَقبَلتُ أَهوي إِلى رِحالِهِمِ

أُهدى إِلَيها بِرِيحها الأَرِجِ

I stride yearning towards their encampment

Drawn by its perfume through the meadow