اسْتَفَزَّ الأنامَ مَرْآهُ

بِفُنونِ الفُتونْ

His mirror provoked people

With the arts of temptation

شادنٌ مذ عَدِمْتُ رؤْياهُ

حَشْوُ صَدْرِي شجُونْ

I have yearned since I lost sight of him

The cavity of my chest filled with agony

ظَلْتُ أشْدو شَوْقاً لِلُقْياهُ

صادِحاتِ الغُصون

I continued singing longingly for seeing him

The tree branches crying out

يا حماماً شَدا عَلى الرَّنْدِ

بالنَّبي يا حَمامْ

O pigeon calling loudly over the balcony

With the prophet, o pigeon

إنْ خَطَرْتَ على دِيارْ حِبِّي

خُصَّها بالسَّلامْ

If you pass by the abode of my love

Give her my special greetings