أَما وَالَّذي أَعطاكَ بَطشاً وَقُوَّةً

عَلَيَّ وَأَزرى بي وَضَعَّفَ مِن بَطشي

By Him who granted you power and might over me,

And who weakened my own strength and force,

لَقَد خَلَقَ اللَهُ الهَوى لَكَ خالِصاً

وَمَكَّنَهُ في الصَدرِ مِنّي بِلا غِشِّ

Truly God created this passion for you sincerely,

And established it firmly in my heart without deceit,

سَلِ اللَيلَ عَنّي هَل أَذوقُ رُقادَهُ

وَهَل لِضُلوعي مُستَقَرٌّ عَلى فَرشي

Ask the night about me - do I taste its repose?

Or does my breast find rest upon my bed?

عَناءً بِمَن لَو قالَ لِلشَمسِ أَقبِلي

لَلَبَّتهُ أَو جاءَت عَلى رَغمِها تَمشي

I suffer agony for one who, were he to say to the sun "appear",

It would obey him, or come forth though walking reluctantly,

قَضيبٌ مِنَ الرَيحانِ في غَيرِ لَونِهِ

وَأُمُّ رَشاً في غَيرِ أَكراعِهِ الحُمشِ

A staff of basil wood, but not in its usual hue,

And a mother of pearls, but not in her customary setting.