خَرَجتُ لِلَّهوِ بِالبُستانِ عَنكِ فَما

لَهَوتُ بَل عَكَفَ البُستانُ يَلهو بي

I went out to frolic in the garden, forgetting you, but I did not frolic.

I sought the garden to beguile my thoughts of you, / But found no joy; the garden made a sport of me.

Rather, the garden began to frolic with me.

No flower appeared sweet unto my gazing eye / Unless it mimicked you in beauty or in scent.

لَم يَحلُ في ناظِري مِن نورِهِ زَهَرٌ

إِلّا حَكاكَ بِحُسنٍ مِنهُ أَو طيبُ

No blossom met my eyes with its light

When breezes stirred the garden's fragrant breath, / Wafting its perfume toward me, carried and conveyed,

except to speak to me of your beauty or fragrance.

I lingered between a heart that knows no rest / And tears that spilled and poured in endless flow.

إِذا رَوائِحَهُ هاجَت فَوائِحَهُ

مِن جالِبٍ طيبَهُ نَحوي وَمَجلوبِ

When its aromas stirred, its breezes

wafted from one who draws near its scent toward me and is drawn.

ظَلَلتُ بَينَ فُؤادٍ لا سُكونَ لَهُ

وَبَينَ دَمعَينِ مَسفوحٍ وَمَسكوبِ

I lingered between a heart that knows no peace

and tears spilled and poured forth.