يا هاجِر الصَّبّ

دَمعُه في الهَوى قَد صَبّ

Oh Hajar of youth

His tears of passion have poured

وَالجَمرُ قَد شَبّ

في أَحشاه إِذ كان شَبّ

And embers have kindled

In his heart since it was kindled

وَالجَفن قَد هبّ

إِذ ريحك عَلَيه هبّ

And eyelids have lifted

When your breeze on them lifted

وَفالِق الحَبّ

ما غيرِك حَبيبي حَبّ

And cleaver of love

None but you my love is loved