يا نسمة الطيب من حيَّت برياها

أنفاس دارين أم أنفاس رياها

O breeze of fragrance from her abode

Are your breaths from two homes or from her watering place?

وأنت يا برق من أسراك نحو شجٍ

ميْت الرقاد سناها أم ثناياها

And you, O lightning, who has confined you towards a towering cloud,

Is it the death of slumber or its folds?

ويا حمام الحمى علَّمتَ فاتنتي ال

شكوى بربك أم عُلِّمتَ شكواها

And O dove of ardour, did you teach my charmer

To complain of her Lord or were you taught her complaints?

حالاكما عجب لا البين راعكما

يوماً ولا وصبٌ أعراكما الجاها

How wonderful! Neither the distance nor the habitation distracted you

A day, nor did the pouring rain drive you away in frenzy

ولا أهاجكما مثلي أسىً وجوىً

لو مس بعضُهما الأمواه لظَّاها

Nor did anguish like mine, of misery and love sickness, affect you

If part of it touched the water courses, it would have flooded them

هذا جنانك بالنوار مبتهجٌ

ومنيتي في جنان العز مأواها

This is your paradise, delighted with light

While my paradise is in the gardens of glory as its refuge

باللَه يا نسمات الطيب صفنَ لها

شوقي إذا أذنت والثمن موطاها

By God, O breezes of fragrance, describe for her

My longing when you are permitted and goodness is its price

لعل جنة وردٍ كان يحجبها

عني اللثام يُرِينيها محياها

Perhaps a garden of roses was veiling her from me

The veil will show her to me in her splendour

فيصرف الضر عني مثلما صَرَفت

يدُ الأمير هموماً كنت أخشاها

It would then dispel my harm just as

The hand of the prince dispelled worries I feared