ما لابتداء صباباتي نهايات

يا غاية ما لعشقي فيه غايات

My youth has no end, no conclusion,

O beloved, my passion for you has no limits,

في كل حي قتيل من هواك فكم

اضحى لطرفك في الاحياء أموات

In every neighborhood a victim of your love, so many

Have been slain by your glance, though living on.

ظبي من الترك من هندي ناظره

في كل جارحة منا جراحات

A gazelle with a Turkish bend, eyes of India,

In each of my limbs from you are wounds.

رشاقة الرمح من اعطافه وله

باسهم اللحظ في العشاق رشقات

The slimness of a spear from his flexing, yet for him

Are arrows of glances that pierce lovers.

قد طال اعراضه عني فقلت له

يا ظبي ما فيك كالظبي التفاتات

Long has he been indifferent to me, so I said to him

O gazelle, you lack a gazelle's awareness.