لو كنت تعلم ما بالقلب من نار

لم توقد النَّارَ بالهنديّ والغارِ

If you knew the fire in my heart,

You would not ignite more fire with wood and coal.

يا دار عُلوة قد هيجت لي شجناً

وزدتني حُرقاُ حُييت من دارِ

O lofty home, you have stirred in me such yearning,

And increased my burning since I left your dwellings.

كم بتُّ فيك على اللذات معتكفاً

والليلُ مدّرعٌ ثوبا من القارِ

How often I secluded myself in you, engrossed in pleasures,

While the night donned a coat of thick darkness.

كأنَّه راهبٌ في المسح ملتحفٌ

شدَّ المجدّ له وسطاً بزنّار

As if it was an ascetic monk wearing a wool robe,

Having girded his waist with a belt.

يديرُ فيه كؤوس الرَّاحِ ذوحوَرٍ

يديرُ من لحظهِ ألحاظَ سحَار

He passes around in it cups of restless comfort,

Circulating with his glances glances of magic.