حَكَيْتُ الْخَيَالَ بِجِسْمِي النَّحِيلْ

وَأَلْبَسَنِي الشَّوْقُ ثَوْبَ الأََصِيلْ

I spun tales with my frail body

I mirrored a phantom with my emaciated frame,

And longing dressed me in noble attire

And longing clothed me in the pale robe of twilight,

وَأَسْلَمَنِي لِلتَّوَى شَادِنٌ

يَخُُّد فُؤَادِي بِخَدٍّ أَسِيلْ

And I surrendered to one bending me

A young gazelle surrendered me to ruin,

Who bruises my heart with a smooth cheek

Carving my heart with a soft, flowing cheek,

وَجَرَّعَنِي الْبَيْنُ كَأْسَ الْمَنُونْ

فَحَسْبِي الإِلَهُ وَنِعْمَ الْوَكِيلْ

And separation made me drink the cup of the bereaved

And parting forced me to swallow the cup of death,

So God suffices me, an excellent trustee

So God is sufficient for me, the most excellent Guardian.