يا ظَبيَةً لَطُفَت مِنّي مَنازِلُها

فَالقَلبُ مِنهُنَّ وَالأَحداقُ وَالكَبِدُ

O gentle gazelle, her dwellings have departed from me,

So my heart and eyes and liver are lovesick for her.

حُبّي لَكِ الناسُ طُرّاً يَشهَدونَ بِهِ

وَأَنتِ شاهِدَةٌ إِن يَثنِهِم حَسَدُ

People exaggerate my love for you as gossip,

While you remain a witness, if their envy speaks.

لَم يَعزُبِ الوَصلُ فيما بَينَنا أَبَداً

لَو كُنتِ واجِدَةً مِثلَ الَّذي أَجِدُ

Union between us has never been absent,

If only you felt what I feel.