كتبت لقاضي العشق سطرا من الهوى

مضمنه سر لديه خفا خفا

I wrote a line of passion for the judge of love

Containing a secret with him, softly, softly

إذا ظفرت يمناك بالدهر

زمانك بالإسراف واستتعب الطرفا

If your right hand gains fortune from fate

Your time in excess and the gaze elongated

تضرم جسمي بالغرام وإنه

مسبوق لظلم الحب فيه جفا جفا

My body kindles with love and it

Preceded by the injustice of love, harshly, harshly

تمنيت من دهري وصار غزالة

بروض رياض القدس فيه شفا شفا

I wished from my fate and it became a gazelle

In the meadows of holy Jerusalem, healing, healing

فلي من جيوش الصبر جيشا مؤيدا

وعند فؤاد الحب فيه جفا جفا

So I have from the armies of patience, a supporting army

And in the heart of love, harshly, harshly

فوا كبدي لولا الهوى ما درى الهوى

فؤادي ولولا البين قيل وفا وفا

Oh my liver, if not for love, love would not be known

My heart, and if not for separation, it was said fidelity, fidelity

تقدمت للمحراب كي ما أرى

جمال جمال الوجه قيل قفا قفا

I went to the shrine so that I may see

The beauty of the beautiful face, it was said stop, stop

فصرت وسري معرب بهيامه

وعند تلاشي الصبا قيل صفا صفا

So I became and my secret Arabized by its obsession

And at the demise of youth, it was said clarity, clarity