يَدُلُّ على أنني عاشِقٌ

من الدمع مُستشهدٌ ناطِقٌ

My tears bear witness that I am a lover,

Speaking out from martyrdom.

ولي مالكٌ أنا عبدٌ لهُ

مُقِرٌّ بأني له وَامِقُ

I have a master whom I serve as slave,

Admitting that I yearn for him.

إذا ما سَمَوتُ الى وصلِهِ

تعرّضَ لي دونَه عائِقُ

When I soar up to meet him,

Obstacles block my way to him.

وحارَبني فيه ريبُ الزمانِ

كأنَّ الزمانَ له عاشِقُ

And time's doubt makes war on me therein

As though time itself were his lover.