يا مَن تَرَدّى بِحُلَّةِ الشَمسِ

وَمَن رَماني بِأَسهُمٍ خَمسِ

O you who is clothed in the garb of the sun

And who has wounded me with five arrows

بِالطَرفِ وَالثَغرِ وَالسَوالِفِ وَالنَح

رِ وَشَيءٍ يَطيبُ في اللَمسِ

With the glance, the smile, the conversation and the coquetry

And something that feels good to the touch

ها أَنا ذا بِالذُنوبِ مُعتَرِفٌ

فَهَب لِذُلّي جِنايَتَي أَمسِ

So forgive me my yesterday's crime

And shed tears for the one whose eyelids rain

وَجُد لِمُستَمطِرِ الجُفونِ دَماً

شَغَلتَهُ عَن صَلاتِهِ الخَمسِ

As his five daily prayers have distracted him

I asked to describe your attributes, but none

سَأَلتُ عَن وَصفِكَ الصِفاتِ فَما

نَطَقنَ إِلّا بِأَلسُنٍ خُرسِ

Spoke except with silent tongues