لا زالَ مجدُكَ للسماكِ رسيلا

وعلوُّ مجدِكَ بالخلودِ كفيلا

Your glory still ascends to the heavens

And the loftiness of your glory is guaranteed eternity

يا غُرَّةَ الزمنِ البهيمِ إذا غدا

أهلُ العُلى لزمانِهِم تحجيلا

O gem of the brutal age, when it comes

The exalted ones glorify their time

يا زائراً مَدَّت سحائبُ طَوْلِهِ

ظِلاًّ عليَّ من الجمالِ ظليلا

O visitor, whose long clouds have extended

A shade over me, made from beauty, a little shade

وأتت بصَوْبِ جواهرٍ من لفظهِ

حتَّى انْتَظَمْنَ لمفرقي إكليلا

And brought towards me gems of his words

That were strung into a garland crowning my temples

بأبي وغيرِ أبي هلالٌ نُورُهُ

يستعجِلُ التسبيحَ والتهليلا

By my father and others besides my father, a crescent whose light

Hastens to glorify and extol

نقشتْ حوافرُ طرْفهِ في عرصتي

نقشاً محوت رسومه تقبيلا

His gaze engraved on my courtyard

An engraving whose forms I erased with a kiss

ولو استطعتُ فرشتُ مسقط خطوِهِ

بجفون عينٍ لا ترى التكحيلا

And if I could, I would have carpeted where he stepped

With eyelids that see no kohl

ونثرتُ روحي بعدَ ما ملكتْ يدي

وخررتُ بيت يَدَي هواه قتيلا

And I would have scattered my soul after my hands took possession

And fallen at the home of his love, slain