كتبتُ والشوقُ يملي والهوى قَلَمٌ

وادمعي وَفؤادي الحبر والورقُ

I wrote while yearning dictated and love was the pen

My tears and my heart were the ink and paper

فانظر الى ما بِقَلبي في الصبابة من

شَوقٍ اليك بِهِ قد سار ينطلقُ

So look at what is in my heart in my youth

A yearning for you with which it sets out

وان رأَيتَ سواداً فوقَ صفحيهِ

فَلَيسَ الّا لأَن القلب محترقُ

And if you see blackness on top of its pages

It's only because my heart is scorched