أَعتِق مِنَ الهَمِّ رِقَّ قَلبي

بِعاتِقٍ حَشوَها زُجاجُ

Free my heart from the shackles of sorrow

With a shoulder adorned with glass

بَينَ رِياضِ مُزَخرَفاتٍ

لِلماءِ في خُلجِها اِختِلاجُ

Among gardens filled with ornaments

Water surges turbulently within them

فَلَيسَ يَدنو إِلَيكَ غُصنٌ

بِمَفرِقٍ لَيسَ فيهِ تاجُ

No branch can reach you here

With separated locks without a crown