لا وَالَّذي تُجلى الكُروبُ

بِهِ وَتَنفَرِجُ الخُطوب

No, by Him in whose face the clouds uncovered shine,

And by Him in whose hands the destinies entwine,

لابِتُّ إِلّا بَينَ دَمعٍ

يَنهَمي وَحشاً يَذوب

I will not rest except where tears as wild beasts howl,

And grief itself dissolves and melts to brine;

حَرّانَ أَنتَشِقُ النَسيمَ

وَنِعمَ مَسلاةُ الكُروب

Hot is the wind, but soothing is the pain of love,

And sweet the meeting after long decline.

لاتَلتَقي الأَجفانُ فيكَ

وَلا المَضاجِعُ وَالجُنوب

In you my eyes shall close, my limbs shall find their place,

And on your breast shall sink this head of mine;

أَبَداً أَحِنُّ إِلَيكَ شَوقاً

كَالغَريبِ مَعَ الغُروب

To you shall I be ever turning in desire,

As turns the stranger to his native shrine,

وَأَقولُ لِلريحِ الجَنوبِ

مَعَ الأَصيلِ صِلي الهُبوب

And say unto the South wind when it blows,

"With my beloved temper thou thy breath divine."

فَهَلِ اِستَطَبتَ بِيَ الشَمالَ

كَما اِستَطَبتُ بِكَ الجَنوب

Shall I then seek the North as others sought the South?

Nay, as I sought the South, so seek the North in fine.