بَرَكاتُ عِندي كَاِسمِهِ بَرَكاتُ

ظَبيٌ طَرائِفُ طَرفِهِ اللَحَظاتُ

Blessings are with me like his name, blessings,

A gazelle, the glances of his gaze are subtleties,

إِن جاءَ مِن فَمِهِ إِلَيكَ بِجَونَةٍ

جاءَتكَ مِن كافورِها النَفَحاتُ

If he came to you with a kiss from his mouth,

The breaths of its camphor came to you,

غُصنٌ إِذا ما قامَ يَجلو قَدَّهُ

كانَت جَلا أَعطافُهُ الحَركاتُ

A branch, if it stood up straightening its trunk,

The movements of its tenderness were straightening,

مُتَخَصِّصٌ بِخَلائِقٍ لَو أَنها

قُطنٌ غَدَت مِنها لَنا حِبَراتٌ

Specialized in natures, if they were cotton,

Inks would have been made from them for us,

وَمُعَذَّرٍ لي فيهِ عُذرٌ واضِحٌ

مَن شَكَّ فيهِ فَفيهِ لي إِعناتُ

And excusing me in it, the excuse is clear,

Whoever doubts it, so for me in it are advocates,

لَو لَم يَكُن حُبّي لَهُ رِبحاً لِما

كَثُرَت بِمَوسِمِ حُبِّهِ المُهجاتُ

If my love for him were not profitable,

The passions would not have multiplied in the season of his love.