أَمسَيتُ في سُبُلِ الهَوى مُتَحَيِّراً

ما بَينَ وَعرِ أَسىً وَحَزنِ شُجونِ

I wander lost in the paths of passion

Between the harshness of sorrow and mournful sadness

وَرُسومُ خَدِّيَ مَحَت آثارَها

بِسُيولِ أَدمُعِها غُيومُ جُفونِ

And the traces on my cheek have been erased

By streams of tears like clouds on my eyelids

لا مُتُّ أَو يَلقى الَّذي لا قَيتُهُ

مَن لا يَرِقُّ جَنانُهُ لِجنوني

There is no refuge for one who has no shelter

Whose heart is not softened by my madness