سيدي أنتَ لم أقل سَيدي أن

تَ لِخلقٍ سِواكَ والصَّبُّ عَبدُ

My lord, I did not say, my lord, that

I belong to any creation but you, and passion is a slave

خُذ فُؤادي فقد أتاكَ بودٍّ

هو بكرٌ ما افتضَّهُ قَط وَجدُ

Take my heart for it has come to you with love

It is a virgin, it has never opened itself to ecstasy before

كَبدٌ رطبةٌ يفتِّتها الوَج

دُ وخدٌّ فيهِ من الدمعِ خَدُّ

A moist liver that longing disintegrates

And a cheek on which tears have made a stain