يا مَنْ هوَ الماءُ في تَكْوينِ خِلْقَتِهِ

وَمَنْ هُوَ الخمرُ في أَفعالِ مُقلَتِهِ

O you who are like water in the making of your being

And like wine in the working of your inclination

وَمَنْ خَلَعْتُ عِذاري في هَوَايَ لَهُ

ومن تَهَتَّكَ سِتْري في مَحَبَّتِهِ

You whom I have unveiled my virtue for, in passion towards you

And whose veil was ripped apart in loving you

وَمَنْ بزُرْقَةِ سَيْفِ اللَّحظِ طَلَّ دَمي

والسَّيْفُ ما فخرُه إِلا بِزُرْقَتِهِ

O you by whose glance the sword of the eyes shed my blood

The sword whose pride is but in the blueness of its blade

عَلَّمْتَ إِنْسانَ عَيْني أَنْ يَعومَ فَقَدْ

جادَتْ سِبَاحَتُهُ في ماءِ دَمْعَتِهِ

You have taught these eyes of mine to swim and so

They swim in the water of their tears generously