إِذا اشْتَدَّ ما أَلْقى جَلَسْتُ إِزاءهُ

وَنارُ الهَوى قَدْ أُضْرِمَتْ بَيْنَ أَوْصالي

When my torment becomes intense, I sit facing it,

And the fire of passion burns within my bones.

أُقَبِّلُ منْ فِيهِ نَسِيمَ كَلامِهِ

إِذا مَرَّ بي صَفْحاً بِأَفْواهِ آمالي

I kiss the breeze that bears his words to me,

When it passes gently through the mouths of my hopes.