دَعا أَبِيُّ اللَحظِ خَدّاكا

وَاِمتَرَتِ الأَعيُنُ عَيناكا

My father called your cheeks a fleeting moment

And eyes gazed upon your eyes

ما زِلتُ أَرجوكَ كَما لَم أَزَل

يا سَيِّدي مُذ كُنتُ أَخشاكا

I still hope for you as I always have

My lord since I feared you

وَاللَهِ لَو أُعطِيَ المُنى لَم أُرِد

إِلّا اِستِلاماً بِفَمي فاكا

By God, if wishes were granted I would want

Nothing but to kiss your mouth

قَد بَعُدَت هِمَّةُ مَن راحَ أَو

أَصبَحَ يَوماً يَتَمَنّاكا

The ambition of one who left or

One day hoped for you has waned