الحُسنُ جُزءٌ مِن وَجهِكَ الحَسَنِ

يا قَمَراً موفِياً عَلى غُصُنِ

Beauty is part of your beautiful face

O moon fulfilling its promise on a branch

إِن كُنتَ في الحُسنِ واحِداً فَأَنا

يا واحِدَ الحُسنِ واحِدُ الحَزَنِ

If you are one in beauty, then I

O sole one of beauty, sole one of sorrow

كُلُّ سَقامٍ تَراهُ في أَحَدٍ

فَذاكَ فَرعٌ وَالأَصلُ في بَدَني

Every illness you see in anyone

That is a branch, while the root is in my body

كَوامِنُ الحُبِّ قَبلَ كَونِكَ في

أَفئِدَةِ العاشِقينَ لَم تَكُنِ

Love's burgeoning before your being

In the hearts of lovers did not exist