وَقَفتُ عَلَيهِ ناقَتي فَتَناَعَت

شُعوبُ الهَوى لَمّا عَرِفتُ المَغانِيا

My she-camel stopped when I recognized the abodes of love,

The leagues of passion were in turmoil when I sang.

فَما أَعرِفُ الآياتِ إِلّا تَوَهُّما

وَما أَعرِفُ الأَطلالَ إِلّا تَمارِيا

Save from illusion I know not the signs,

Save from deserted ruins the lodges.

وَما خَلَفٌ مِنكُم بِأَطلالِ دِمنَةٍ

تَنَكَّرنَ وَاِستَبدَلنَ مِنكِ السَوافِيا

None left among you, but by rubble-heap

Did alter and from you took other mounts.

وَإِن طَنَّتِ الأُذنانِ قُلتُ ذَكَرتِني

وَإِن خَلَجَت عَيني رَجَوتُ التَلاقِيا

If my ears fancied, I said "You recalled me,"

If my eyes glanced, I hoped for union.

أَيا عَزَّ صادي القَلبَ حَتّى يَوَدَّني

فُؤادُكِ أَو رُدّي عَلَيَّ فُؤادِيا

O solace of my heart, ardour me

Till my heart love yours, or make yours love me.

أَيا عَزَّ لَو أَشكو الَّذي قَد أَصابَني

إِلى مَيِّتٍ في قَبرِهِ لَبَكى لِيا

O solace, if I told my woe to one dead in his tomb,

He would weep for me.

أَيا عَزَّ لَو أَشكو الَّذي قَد أَصابَني

إِلى راهِبٍ في ديرِهِ لَرَثى لِيا

O solace, if I told a cloistered monk my case,

He would mourn for me.

أَيا عَزَّ لَو أَشكو الَّذي قَد أَصابَني

إِلى جَبَلٍ صَعبِ الذُرى لا نحَنى لِيا

O solace, if I told a mountain, sheer of flint,

It would bend toward me.

وَيا عَزَّ لَو أَشكو الَّذي قَد أَصابَني

إِلى مُوثَقٍ في قَيدِهِ لَعَدا لِيا

And O solace, if I told one fettered in his chains,

He would struggle to aid me.