حُبُّكَ يا أَحمَدُ أَضناني
يا قَمَراً في شَخصِ إِنسانِ
Your love, O Ahmed, makes me swoon
Your love, O Ahmed, has worn me away,
Like a moon in human form
O moon embodied in the shape of a man,
يا وَردَةً أَعجَلَها قاطِفٌ
مَرَّ بِها مِن بابِ عُثمانِ
Like a rose plucked by a picker
O rose, too hastily snatched by a hand
Who passed by Othman's door
That passed with it through the Gate of Uthman.
