يا باكياً من أسفه
مكتنفاً من دنفِه
O you who weep in grief
Enveloped in sadness
كالبدرِ كالغصنِ وفي
دِعص نقاً من ترفِه
Like the full moon, like a branch, yet in
A garment dyed with aloofness
ما يرفعُ الطرفَ إلى
عاشقهِ من صلفِه
He does not raise his eyes to
His lover in disdain
ما كان لو عاشَ أخو ال
هوى به من كنفِه
He would not have done so, had he lived with
Passionate love embracing him
