إِنَّ البَلِيَّةَ سَدَّت

عَلَيَّ طُرقَ المَذاهِب

Troubles have blocked for me the ways of doctrine

Verily, this affliction has barred

When the eye of my heart saw his

Every path of escape from me,

إِذ أَبصَرَت عَينُ قَلبي

لِحَينِهِ المُتَقارِب

Beautiful face drawing near.

When the eye of my heart beheld—

A gazelle inclining, with each part,

To its own approaching doom—

ظَبياً يَميلُ التَصابي

عَلَيهِ مِن كُلِّ جانِب

Toward him, from every side.

A gazelle toward whom desire sways

For him dawns of beauty that have

From every single side;

لَهُ مَشارِقُ حُسنٍ

لَيسَت لَهُنَّ مَغارِب

No setting.

He possesses sunrises of beauty

That never know a setting.