مُقلَتي ضرَّجَتكِ بِالتَّوريد

فَدعي لي قَلبي وَمِنها اِستقيدي

My tears have stained you with longing

So leave my heart be and draw from them

هَذِهِ العينُ ذَنبها ما ذكرنا

أَيّ ذَنبٍ لِقَلبيَ المَعمودِ

This eye, we did not mention its sin

What sin has my baptized heart committed?

لَو تردت بحجة العَين ماذا

لَم تُعاقب بِالدَّمع وَالتَّسهيدِ

If the eye were to argue its defense, what then?

Why punish it with tears and lamenting?

بلغ الياسمين في القدر أن قَد

لف مِن خَدِّها بورد نَضيدِ

The jasmine in the pot has reached

Its peak, wrapping its cheek in fragrant buds

كُل شَيء أَتوب عَنهُ وَلا تَوبة

لي مِن هَوى الحِسان الغيدِ

I repent everything except the love

I have for the beautiful, slender branched one

مِن لعانٍ مِنهنّ غَير طَليق

وَسَقيمٍ مِنهنَّ غَيرِ معودِ

Of the cursed or the chronically ill one

I am neither divorced nor accustomed

شَهدت أَدمُعي بِوَجدي وزو

رن لِساني إِذ خانَهُ مَجلودي

My tears testified to my passion and pain

My tongue stammered though my will was resolute

أَيُّها اللائِمي عَلى الحُبِّ مَهلا

هَل تُلام الحمام في التَّغريدِ

O you who blame love, wait

Can you blame the doves for their cooing?