مولايَ يا بدرَ كلِّ داجيةٍ

خذ بيدِي قد وقعتُ في اللُّجَجِ

My lord, O full moon of every darkness,

Take my hand—I have fallen into the surging depths.

حُسنُك ما تنقضِي عجائبُهُ

كالبحرِ حدّثْ عنه بلا حَرَجِ

The wonders of your beauty never end,

Like the sea: speak of it without restraint.

بحقّ من خطّ عارِضَيْك ومَنْ

سلّطَ سُلطانَها على المُهَجِ

By the One who traced the down upon your cheeks, and who

Made its dominion prevail over souls,

مُدَّ يديكَ الكريمتينِ مَعِي

ثمّ اِدعُ لِي مِن هواك بالفَرَجِ

Reach out your two generous hands to me,

Then pray that I be delivered from loving you.