بِأبي مَنْ سَعَى يبرِّد عنِّي

حَرَّ بعض الغذاءِ بالرُّمّانِ

By my father who strived to cool me

Some food was hot with pomegranate

ليتَه يطفِيء الّذي بي من الشَّو

قِ إلى وجهِه بِقُرْبِ التَّداني

I wish it would extinguish what's in me of passion

Come close to his face with intimacy

أنا أشتاقُه إذا بات قُرْبي

مِثْل شوقي إليه في الهجران

I long for him if he spends the night near me

Like my longing for him during separation