هَاكَ يا موْلاَيَ من نَظْمِ الخلوفْ

لُؤْلُؤاً مَنْثُورْ

There lies, my Lord, in the stringing of separation

Scattered pearls

يَأسِرُ الأسْماعَ ما يُنْشِي الشَّغوفْ

بِالثَّنَا المَأثُورْ

That captivate the ears with what ignites ardent love

Through oft-repeated praise,

وَيُعِبرُ البَدْرَ ما يُجْلِي الخُسُوفْ

عَنْهُ فِي الدَّيْجُورْ

And it eclipses the full moon, with what makes the new moon wane,

Speaking of it in the dark.