رَبِّ ما لي وللهوى

ما لِهَذا الهَوى دَوا

My Lord, what is this love and longing?

What remedy is there for this longing?

حازَ طرفُ الذي هو ال

حُسنُ قَلبي وَما حَوَى

That glance which belongs to the one

Who has captured my heart and all it contains

غُصنُ بانٍ يَهزُّهُ

بَدرُ تِمٍّ إذا استَوى

A slender bough being gently shaken

By the full moon when it rises

يعلمُ اللَهُ ما انطَوَي

تُ عليهِ وما انطَوى

God knows what is concealed

Within me and what I conceal