لَو كانَ لشرعِ الحُبِّ يا قومُ وُلاه

ما بِتُّ وَمِن هيَّمني عنِّي لاه

Had love's law, O people, rulers to enforce it

I'd not have yearned, care-crazed, sleepless, nor felt forlorn

لَو صارَ سِواهُ في البَرايا بَشَرٌ

في الحُسنِ نَبيَّاً كانَ قَد صارَ إِلَه

Had he in beauty's realm been but a mortal

He'd be a prophet made; nay, e'en a god reborn!