أنا بَيْن الحَياةِ والمَوْتِ وَقْفُ

نَفَسٌ خافِتٌ ودَمْعٌ وَوَكْفُ

I stand between life and death, a standstill

A faint breath, a tear, and a halt

حَلَّ بي مِنْ هَواكَ ما لَيْس يُنْبي

عَنْهُ نَعْتٌ ولا يُعبِّرُ وَصْفُ

Your love has befallen me in a way that cannot be expressed

By elegy or described in words

عَجباً لانْعِطافِ صُدْغَيْكَ والمع

طفِ والجِيْدِ ثُمَّ ما منكَ عَطْفُ

How strange is the turn of your cheek, and your kindness

Then what is from you but rejection

ضَاق صَدْري بِضيقِ حِجْلِكَ واسْتَوْ

قَفَ طَرْفي حَيْرانَ ذاكَ الوَقْفُ

My chest tightened with the narrowness of your embrace

My eyelids stopped confused at that halt

كَيْفَ يُرْجَى فِكاكُ قلبٍ مُعنّىً

في غَرامٍ قَيْداهُ قِرْطٌ وشَنْفُ

How can the heart's shackles be undone

When it's devoted to love, bound by earrings and bracelet