أَلا هَل إِلى الزُهرِ الحِسانِ سَبيلُ

وَهَل لي عَلى آثارِهِنَّ دَليلُ

Is there a way to the beautiful flowers?

Is there someone to guide me to their trail?

وَهَل لي بِخَيماتِ اللِوى مِن مَعَرَّسٍ

وَهَل لِيَ في ظِلِّ الأَراكِ مَقيلُ

Is there a tent for me among the encampments of bliss?

Is there a place for me in the shade of the groves?

فَقالَ لِسانُ الحالِ يُخبِرُ أَنَّها

تَقولُ تَمَنَّ ما إِلَيهِ سَبيلُ

The tongue of my state says it yearns

For that to which there is no way.

وَدادي صَحيحٌ فيكِ يا غايَةَ المُنى

وَقَلبِيَ مِن ذاكَ الوَدادِ عَليلُ

My love for you is true, O ultimate wish,

And for that love my heart is sick.

تَعالَيتَ مِن بَدرٍ عَلى القُطبِ طالِعٍ

وَلَيسَ لَهُ بَعدَ الطُلوعِ أُفولُ

You rose like the full moon over the celestial pole

With no setting after your rising.

فَديتُكَ يا مَن عَزَّ حُسناً وَنَخوَةً

فَلَيسَ لَهُ بَينَ الحِسانِ عَديلُ

I ransom you, O peerless in beauty and grace,

None can equal you among the beautiful.

فَرَوضُكَ مَطلولٌ وَوَردُكَ يانِعٌ

وَحُسنُكَ مَعشوقٌ عَلَيهِ قُبولُ

Your meadow is verdant, your roses in bloom,

Your beauty desired, to it hearts incline.

وَزَهرُكَ بَسّامٌ وَغُصنُكَ ناعِمٌ

تَميلُ لَهُ الأَرواحُ حَيثُ يَميلُ

Your blossoms are smiling, your branches supple,

Souls sway toward them whichever way they lean.

وَظَرفُكَ فَتّانٌ وَطَرفُكَ صارِمٌ

بِهِ فارِسُ البَلوى عَلَيَّ يَصولُ

Your figure is charming, your glance is piercing,

With it the knight of afflictions against me charges.