لَوْ لَمْ يَكُنْ إِلاَّ الْكَلامَ مُعَبِّرٌ

لَجَرَتْ بُحُورُ الْحُبِّ مِنْ كَلِمَاتِي

If words alone could not express,

then love's seas would flow from my utterances.

هَذَا شَذَاهُ يَفُوحُ مِنْ قَلْبِي وَمَا

أَشْذَاهُ حِينَ يَفُوحُ مِنْ نَظَرَاتِي

This is the fragrance that wafts from my heart, but

how more fragrant when it wafts from my gaze!

لَكِنْ شَذَاهُ يَدُومُ مِنْ قَلْبِي وَهَلْ

لِشَذَا الْقُلُوبِ نِهَايَةٌ، أَحَيَاتِي

Yet its fragrance endures from my heart, for can

the heart's passion have an end, my life?

فَالْعَيْنُ تَرْنُو عَلَّ تَرْوَى مِنْ صَدًى

بَعْدَ الْفِرَاقِ يَطُولُ لَوْ لَحَظَاتِ

So the eye hopes it may glimpse but an echo

after our parting, though moments stretch long.

وَالْقَلْبُ مَا عَرَفَ الْفِرَاقَ لأَنَّهُ

تَحْيَيْنَ فِيهِ فَصَارَ كَالْجَنَّاتِ

While my heart never knew parting, for you

revive in it, so it becomes like gardens.

قَدْ كَانَ يَحْيَا قَاحِلاً فَأَتَيْتِهِ

مِثْلَ الرَّبِيعِ فَأَزْهَرَ الْعَطِرَاتِ

It once lay barren, but you came to it

like Spring, and the buds burst into bloom.

فَأَسَرَّ لِي عَهْدًا سَيَحْيَا حَامِيًا

تَحْيَيْنَ فِيهِ الدُّرَّ فِي الصَّدَفَاتِ

So it vowed to me an oath it will keep ardent,

you revive in it pearls in their shells.

هَذَا الشَّذَا لِحَدِيثِهِ تَهْفُو الْقُلُو

بُ لِصِدْقِهِ يَعْرُو الأَسَى الْكَلِمَاتِ

This fragrance, in its words the hearts flutter,

in its truth ache is lifted from words.