ياقاتِلَيَ أَوَما كَفى

حَتّامَ في قَتلي تُباِز

O my killer, is it not enough

That you excel in killing me?

ماذا تَظُنُّ بِعاشِقٍ

يَصفَرُّ حينَ يَراكَ جائِز

What do you think of a lover

Who turns pale when he sees you passing by?

صَبٍّ بِأَسرارِ الهَوى

خَوفاً مِنَ الواشينَ رامِز

One who is patient with the agonies of passion

Fearing the spies who slander

فَأَنامِلٌ أَبَداً تُشي

رُ وَأَعيُنٌ أَبَداً تُغامِز

So my eyelids are forever sleepless

And my eyes are forever shedding tears

وَمُهَفهَفٍ بَينَ القُلو

بِ وَبَينَ مُقلَتِهِ هَزاهِز

And something flutters between my heart

And its feelings that provokes tremors

شاكي السِلاحِ يَقولُ أَب

طالَ الهَوى هَل مِن مُبارِز

A complainant of passion says: Has longing prolonged

Is there anyone who will accept my challenge?

قَد فُزتُ مِنهُ بِالوِصا

لِ وَلَم أَكُن عَنهُ بِعاجِز

I have been victorious over it through connection

And I have not been incapable of it

وَلَثَمتُهُ في خَدِّهِ

فَعَدَدتُ أَلفاً أَو يُناهِز

And I kissed his cheek

And counted a thousand or more kisses