أَمِيرَةَ قَلْبِي وَرُوحِي سَلامْ

رَقِيقٌ يَفُوحُ شَذًا لا يُرَامْ

Princess of my heart and soul—greetings,

Tender, breathing a fragrance none can match.

فَلِلْوَرْدِ عِطْرٌ وَحَتْمًا يَزُول

وَلِلشَّوْقِ عِطْرٌ مِنَ الْقَلْبِ دَامْ

A rose has its perfume, yet surely it fades;

But longing bears a perfume from the heart that endures.

وَحِينَ أَرَاكِ كَأَنِّي رُوِيت

وَمَا أَجْمَلَ الرِّيَّ بَعْدَ الأُوَامْ

Whenever I see you, it is as though I have drunk my fill—

How beautiful is quenching after burning thirst.

وَمَا أَبْأَسَ اللَّيْلَ حِينَ يَطُول

وَلَيْلِي فِرَاقُكِ لَيْسَ الظَّلامْ

How wretched the night when it stretches long;

Yet my night is separation from you, not darkness.

وَمَا أَرْوَعَ الْفَجْرَ بَعْدَ الدُّجَى

وَفَجْرِي لِقَاؤُكِ حُلْمِي الدَّوَامْ

How glorious the dawn after the deep gloom;

And my dawn is meeting you—my dream is that it last.

أَمِثْلِي يَرَى مِنْكِ هَذَا الْجَفَاء

أَهُونُ عَلَيْكِ لأَدْنَى كَلامْ

Should one like me meet such coldness from you?

Do I mean so little to you, over the slightest word?

لَقَدْ صِرْتُ عِنْدَكِ دُونَ الصِّحَاب

وَقَدْ صِرْتِ عِنْدِيَ أَغْلَى الأَنَامْ

I have become, in your eyes, less than your companions,

While you have become, to me, the dearest of all people.

فَيَوْمٌ تَغِيبِينَ عَنِّي سِنُون

وَأَنْتِ لَدَيْكِ كَلَيْلٍ يُنَامْ

A day you are absent from me is years,

While for you it is like a night one sleeps away.

فَهَلْ رَحْمَةً لِلْفُؤَادِ الْجَرِيح

وَلَوْ نَظْرَةً لَيْسَ فِيهَا مَلامْ

Will you, then, show mercy to this wounded heart—

If only with a glance that holds no reproach?