تَمَلَّكْتَ يا مُهجَتي مُهْجَتي

وأَسْهَرْتَ يا ناظِري ناظِري

You took possession of my passions, my passions

And you kept awake my watcher, my watcher

وَفيكَ تَعَلَّمْتُ نَظْمَ الكَلامِ

فَلَقَّبَني النَّاسُ بِالشَّاعِرِ

And through you I learned the rhythm of speech

So people called me "the poet"

وما كانَ ذا أَمَلي يا ظَلومُ

ولا خَطَرَ الهَجْرُ في خاطِري

Yet it was never my hope, oh cruel one

Nor did separation occur to my thoughts

فَجُدْ بالوِصالِ فَدَتْكَ النُّفوسُ

فَلَسْتُ عَلى الهَجْرِ بالْقادِرِ

So be generous with reunion, souls ransomed you

For I cannot endure separation