بحتُ بحبّي وَلَو غَرامي

يَكونُ في صَخرَةٍ لباحا

I searched for my love even if my passion

Would be in a rock crying out

ضَيَّعتُمُ الرُّشدَ من محبٍّ

لَيسَ يَرى في الهَوى جُناحا

You have lost sanity, oh lover

Who sees no wings in passion

لم يَستَطع حَملَ ما يُلاقي

فشقَّ أَثوابَهُ وَصاحا

He could not bear what he faces

So he tore his clothes and screamed

محيّرَ المقلتين قل لي

هل شَرِبَت مُقلتاكَ راحا

Perplexing the eyelids, say to me

Have your eyelids drunk comfort?

نَفسي فدى لمَّةٍ وَخدٍّ

قَد جمعا اللَّيل وَالصَّباحا

My soul is ransom for a union and cheek

That gathered night and morning

وَعَقربٍ سُلِّطَت عَلينا

تَملأُ أَكبادَنا جِراحا

And a scorpion unleashed upon us

Filling our livers with wounds

قَد طارَ مِن شَوقه فؤادي

فَصارَ شَوقي لَهُ جَناحا

My heart has flown from yearning

So my yearning for it became wings