حَرامٌ عَلى قَلبي السلوُّ وَقَد بَدا

لِعَينِيَ عندَ الرّقمتينِ قَضيبُ

My heart forbids me serenity, now that

My eyes have seen, between the brows, his rod

قَضيبٌ قَضى اللَّه المقدّر أنَّهُ

إِلى كلِّ أَلبابِ الرّجال حبيبُ

God decreed it to be the rod beloved

Of every wise man's mind, as I have trod

وَما كانَ عِندي أَنّ قَلبي يقودهُ

إِلَيه ويُدعى نحوه فيجيبُ

I did not think my heart would urge me so

Towards it, called to answer its sweet throb