حَتّى مَتى أَنا مَوقوفٌ عَلى ظَمَإٍ

بَينَ الطَريقَينِ لا وِرداً وَلا صَدرا

How long must I stand thirsty

Between the two paths, no roses or chests

أَما لِذا الأَمرِ مِن وَقتٍ فَأَعلَمَهُ

حَتّى أَكونَ لِذاكَ الوَقتِ مُنتَظِرا

Is there no time appointed for this matter

That I may wait for that time

يا ذا الرَسولُ الَّذي يَهدي السُرورَ لَنا

إِنّي لَتَحسُدُ عَيني عَينَكَ النَظَرا

O you the messenger who brings joy to us

My eyes do envy your sight

أَمّا الخَيالُ فَإِنّي سَوفَ أَعذِرُه

عاتَبتُهُ فَأَجالَ الدَمعَ وَاِعتَذَرا

As for my imagination, I will excuse it

I blamed it, and it shed tears and apologized

وَقالَ لي لا تَلُمني لَم أَزَل كَلِفاً

حَتّى أَتَيتُكَ في الظَلماءِ مُستَتِرا

And it said to me, do not blame me, I have not ceased being charged

Until I came to you in the dark, hidden