كَم نَعرَةٍ طَوَّلتُها

بَينَ المَثالِثِ وَالمَثاني

How many a cry have I prolonged

Between the thirds and the eighths

في رَوضَةٍ مِثلَ الرِضا

وَحَديقَةٍ مِثلَ التَداني

In a garden like contentment

And an orchard like intimacy

حَتّى ظَفِرتُ بِسَكرَةٍ

كانَت أَلَذَّ مِنَ الأَماني

Until I attained a sweetness

That was more delightful than wishes