تُرى عِندَ مَن أَحبَبتُهُ لا عَدِمتُهُ

مِنَ الشَوقِ ما عِندي وَما أَنا صانِعُ

I wonder: does the one I love—may I never lose him—

harbor the love I harbor? And what am I to do?

جَميعي إِذا حَدَّثتُ عَن ذاكَ أَلسُنٌ

وَكُلّي إِذا حُدِّثتُ عَنهُ مُسامِعُ

My whole being, when I speak of that one, becomes tongues;

and all of me, when I am told of him, becomes ears.