يا غَزالاً أَصارَني

موثَقاً في يَدِ المِحَن

O gazelle, trials have made me

A prisoner in the hands of tribulations

إِنَّني مُذ هَجَرتَني

لَم أَذُق لَذَّةَ الوَسَن

Since you left me,

I have not tasted the sweetness of intimacy

لَيتَ حَظّي إِشارَةٌ

مِنكَ أَو لَحظَةٌ عَنَن

I wish my fate were

A sign from you or a tender glance

شافِعي يا مُعَذِّبي

في الهَوى وَجهُكَ الحَسَن

My tormentor, intercede for me

With your beautiful face in passion

كُنتُ خِلواًّ مِنَ الهَوى

فَأَنا اليَومَ مُرتَهَن

I was free from passion

And now I stand hostage

كانَ سِرّي مُكَتَّماً

وَهُوَ الآنَ قَد عَلَن

My secret was concealed

And now it is revealed

لَيسَ لي عَنكَ مَذهَبٌ

فَكَما شِئتَ لي فَكُن

I have no refuge from you

So be with me as you wish