يا سَمِيَّ المَجهولِ حينَ يُسَمّى

وَالَّذي خُصَّ بِالجَمالِ وَعُمّا

O nameless one when named

The one endowed with beauty and blindness

وَالَّذي هَمَّ خَصرُهُ بِاِنبِتاتٍ

فَثَناهُ الحَشا فَكادَ وَلَمّا

The one whose waist is bent with sprouts

So it almost broke its bow

لَستُ أَنسى مَقالَهُ لِيَ سِرّاً

أَحسَنُ الحُبِّ ما يَكونُ مُعَمّى

I do not forget what he secretly told me

The best love is the hidden love

حَفِظَ اللَهُ لي صَحيحَ هَواهُ

وَكَفاني مِن حُبِّهِ ما أَهَمّا

May God preserve his true passion for me

And save me from his obsessive love