نأى الغزال الذي في القلب موضعه
يا ليت شعري أي الروض مرتعه
The gazelle whose place is in my heart has drawn far away.
Ah, if only I knew which meadow is his pasture!
ناديته بانكسارى إذ أودعه
يا باحلا وجميل الصبر يتبعه
I called to him in my brokenness as I bade him farewell:
O withholding one—and graceful patience follows him.
هل من سبيل إلى لقياك يتفق
نار المحبة في الأحشاء حامية
Is there any way that meeting you may come to pass?
The fire of love blazes in my innermost being,
والعين كالنهر طول الدهر هامية
يا من به رتبتي في العشق سامية
And my eye, like a river, flows forever.
O you through whom my rank in love is exalted,
ما أنصفتك جفوني وهي دامية
ولا وفي لك قلبي وهو يحترق
My eyelids have not done you justice, though they bleed,
Nor has my heart been faithful to you, though it burns.
Sol 5.6