بِنَفسي حَبيبٌ سَوفَ يُثكِلُني نَفسي

وَيَجعَلُ جِسمي تُحفَةَ اللَحدِ وَالرَمسِ

My soul is in love with one who will make me suffer

And turn my body into a shroud and a tombstone

جَحَدتُ الهَوى إِن كُنتُ مُذ جَعَلَ الهَوى

مَحاسِنَهُ شَمسي نَظَرتُ إِلى الشَمسِ

I denied passion though it made its beauty

My sun when I looked upon the sun

لَقَد ضاقَتِ الدُنيا عَلَيَّ بِأَسرِها

بِهِجرانِهِ حَتّى كَأَنِّيَ في حَبسِ

Indeed, the whole world has narrowed around me

With his abandonment, as if I were imprisoned

أُسَكِّنُ قَلباً هائِماً فيهِ مَأتَمٌ

مِنَ الشَوقِ إِلّا أَن عَينِيَ في عُرسِ

I house a wandering heart filled with sorrow

Of longing, though my eyes are at a wedding

وَإِنّي لَأَخشى إِن تَراقَت أُمورُهُ

بِهِ أَن يَثورَ الجِنُّ فيهِ عَلى الإِنسِ

And I fear if his affairs fall apart

The jinn in him will rebel against mankind