أتيتَ فؤاديَ من مأمَنه

وحرَّكتَ ما كانَ من ساكِنه

You came to my heart from its refuge

And stirred what was of its calm

وأظهرتَ بالدمعِ ما لم يَزَل

مَصوناً عزيزاً على صائِنه

And showed with tears what had always been

Precious and guarded by its keeper

أرى الجِسم ظاهرُهُ ناطقٌ

شهيدٌ بما كانَ في باطِنه

I see the body, its exterior speaks

A martyr of what was in its interior

يمازجهُ سقمٌ دائمٌ

لشوقِ الفؤادِ إلى فاتِنه

It mingles with constant sickness

For the heart's longing for its beauty