يا أهلَ تُدمِيرَ إنَّ جَارَكُمُ

صِيدَ على مَا تَرَونَ مِن حَذَرِه

O people of destruction, your neighbor

Is prey to what you see of his peril

أسلَمَهُ حُبُّهُ إِلَى رَشَإِ

تَعذِيبُ قَلبِ المُحِبِّ من وَطَرِه

His love surrendered him to a tender branch

The torment of a lover's heart is from its twist

يَهتَزُّ فِي بُردَتَي ملاحتِهِ

كَمَا يَميسُ القَضِيبُ فِي بَهَرِه

He trembles in my coolness of his watering place

As the rod quivers in its flashing

وكَانَ شَوقِي إلَى تَحِيَّتِهِ

شَوقَ رِيَاضِ الرُّبَى ِإلَى مَطَرِه

And my longing for his greeting

Was the longing of gardens for its rain

فَضَنَّ حَتَّى بِهَا فَوَا أسَفاً

قَد عَادَ صَفوُ الهَوَى إِلَى كَدَرِه

So he resented even it, what a pity

The essence of passion returned to its bitterness

يَا حَبَّذَاهُ وَإِن جَفَا وَسَطَا

أَرضَاهُ فِي وِردِهِ وَفِي صَدرِه

Oh, I wish, even if he is aloof and distant

To please him in his roses and in his chest

يُقنِعُنِي منهُ أن أرَاهُ وَأَن

أمشِي إِذَا مَا مَشَى عَلَى أثَرِه

It satisfies me of him to see him and to

Walk when he walks in his footprints