يا غَزالاً جُمِعَت فيهِ

مِنَ الحُسنِ فُنونُ

O gazelle in whom

are gathered perfections manifold

أَنتَ في القُربِ وَفي البُعدِ

مِنَ النَفسِ مَكينُ

Whether close or distant

you dwell within my soul

بِهَواكَ الدَهرَ أَلهو

وَبِحُبَّيكَ أَدينُ

For love of you I while away my days

And in devotion to you I'm sold

مُنيَةَ الصَبِّ أَغِثني

قَد دَنَت مِنّي المَنونُ

From youth's afflictions save me

Death encroaches, I've been told

وَاِحفَظِ العَهدَ فَإِنّي

لَستُ وَاللَهِ أَخونُ

Keep troth with me, for by God

I shall never renege or turn cold

وَاِرحَمَن صَبّاً شَجِيّاً

قَد أَذابَتهُ الشُجونُ

Have mercy on a youth consumed by passion

Whose sorrows have taken their toll

لَيلُهُ هَمٌّ وَغَمٌّ

وَسَقامٌ وَأَنينُ

His nights are anxiety, grief, illness and moaning

His sickness makes him weak, aged, and old

شَفَّهُ الحُبُّ فَأَمسى

سَقَماً لا يَستَبينُ

Love has wasted him till he is but

A ghost, a specter vague and untold

صارَ لِلأَشواقِ نَهباً

فَنَبَت عَنهُ العُيونُ

He is ravaged by yearning, his eyes

Are fountains with tears uncontrolled