فِداؤُكَ من أوردْتَه منهلَ الرَّدى

ووِرْدُ الرَّدى للعاشقين يَطيبُ

Your ransom is for the one you led to death's spring

And death's spring is sweet for lovers

وما ماتَ حتى أنْحَلَ الحبُّ جِسمَه

فلم يبقَ فيه للتُّرابِ نَصيبُ

He did not die until love melted his body

Leaving no share in it for dust