أَومى لِتَقبيل البِساطِ خُنُوعا

فَوَضَعتُ خَدّي في التُّراب خُضُوعا

He gestured for me to kiss the carpet in humility

So I placed my cheek in the dust submissively

ما كانَ مذهبُهُ الخنوعَ لعَبدِهِ

إِلا زِيادةُ قَلبِهِ تَقطيعا

His way was not to humble his servant

But to increase the breaking of his heart

قُولوا لِمَن أَخَذ الفُؤاد مُسلَّماً

يَمنن عليَّ بردِّه مصدوعا

Say to the one who took my heart surrendered

Bestow your mercy upon me, broken

العَبدُ قَد يعصي وَأحلفُ أَنَّني

ما كُنتُ إِلا سَامِعاً ومُطيعا

The servant may disobey, and I swear that I

Was only hearing and obedient

مَولاي يَحيى في حَياةٍ كاسمِهِ

وَأَنا أَموتُ صَبابَةً وَولوعا

My Master Yahya lives in a life like his name

While I die young and burning with passion

لا تُنكِروا غَيثَ الدُّمُوع فَكلُّ ما

يَنحَلُّ من جِسمي يَكُونُ دُموعا

Do not deny the rain of tears for all that

Melts from my body becomes tears