غَرّاءُ في فَرعِها لَيلٌ عَلى قَمَر

عَلى قَضيبٍ عَلى دَعصِ النَقا الدَهَسِ

A moonlit night on her branch

On a twig, on the curved end of a shepherd's staff

أَزكى مِنَ المِسكِ أَنفاساً وَبَهجَتُها

أَرَقُّ ديباجَةً مِن رِقَّةِ النَفَسِ

Her breath purer than musk, her delight

More delicate than the softest silk

كَأَنَّ قَلبي وِشاحاها إِذا خَطَرَت

وَقَلبُها قُلبُها في الصَمتِ وَالخَرَسِ

As though my heart and her veil, whenever she sways

And her heart, her heart in the stillness and silence

تَجري مَحَبَّتُها في قَلبِ عاشِقِها

جَريَ السَلامَةِ في أَعضاءِ مُنتَكِسِ

Her love flows in her lover's heart

Like vigor flows in the limbs of one fallen