يا بِنتَ شَمسِ ضُحىً يا أُختَ بَدرِ دُجىً

يا ضَرَّةَ الغُصنِ مَهما راقَ بِالثَّمَرِ

O daughter of the rising dawn, o sister of the moonlit night

O blossom of the branch, however delightful with fruit

يَبلَى الزَّمانُ وَأَشواقي مُجَدَّدَةٌ

تَجولُ مِنِّي مَجالَ السَّمعِ وَالبَصَرِ

Time passes, yet my longing is made new

Roaming my hearing and my sight

وَلَو سَمَحتِ بِلُقيا الطَّيفِ عِشتُ بِهِ

دَهراً وَإِن هِمتُ بَعدَ العَينِ بِالأَثَرِ

If you would let me meet your phantom I would live by it

An age, though after eyes yearn for vestiges

فَبَعدَ لَحظِكِ لا أَرنو لِغانِيَةٍ

وَلَو تَحَلَّت بِنورِ الشَّمسِ وَالقَمَرِ

After your glance, I incline to no songs

However bejeweled with the light of sun and moon

وَبَعدَ لَفظِكِ لا أَحنو لِساجِعَةٍ

وَلَو تَوَلَّت بِحَرِّ الشَّوقِ وَالذِّكَرِ

And after your words, I sing no elegy

However it comes with passion and remembrance

يا رَبعَ أَندَرَشٍ سَقاكَ مِن شَجَني

دَرٌّ يُمَرِّحُ عِندَ السَّكبِ بِالدُّرَرِ

O gently sloping plain, my ardour gave you to drink

A stream that frolics as it spills its pearls

وَفَتَّحَ الشَّوقُ في مَغناكَ مِن بِدَعي

رَوضاً يُبَهرِجُ لِلحالي مِنَ الزَّهَرِ

And longing opened up in your melody

A garden that surges with flowers for the dreamer

حَتَّى يُنافِحَني في كُلِّ آوِنَةٍ

مِمّا تَضَمَّنتَ عَرفُ الرَّوضِ في السَّحَرِ

Until at every moment it assails me

With what the garden’s fragrance comprises at dawn