أهواه معسول الرضاب منعماً

ولقد يعذبني الهوى بمنعّم

I love the sweetness of his gentle ways,

Though love itself torments me when denied.

يا قلب هذا شعرهُ وجفونه

صبراً على هذا السواد الأعظم

O heart, such is his hair, his lidded gaze -

Patience with all this darkness be my guide.