يا قَمَراً مَطلَعُهُ أَضلُعِي

لَهُ سَوَادُ القَلبِ فِيهَا غَسَق

O moon whose rising is my ribs,

In it the darkness of my heart is obscured,

وَرُبَّما استَوقَدَ نَارَ الهَوى

فَنَابَ فِيهَا لَونُهَا عَن شَفَق

And sometimes the fire of love is ignited

So its color turns away from the sunset,

مَلَكتَنِي فِي دَولَةٍ مِن صِباً

وَصِدتَنِي فِي شَرَكٍ مِن حَدَق

You possessed me in a period of youth

And resisted me in a partnership of eyelids,

عِندِيَ مِن حُبِّكَ مَا لَو سَرَت

فِي البَحرِ مِنهُ شُعلَةٌ لاحتَرَق

I have from your love something that if it flowed

In the sea, a flame from it would have burned