زَرَعتُ هَواهُ في جَريبِ مُثلَث

وَأَشقَيتَهُ ماءَ الدَوامِ عَلى العَهدِ

I planted his love in a triangular field

And watered it with eternal covenant

وَسَرجَنتُهُ بِالوَصلِ لَم آلَ جاهِدا

لِيَحرِزُهُ السَرجَينِ مِن آفَةِ الصَد

I fenced it with attachment, striving tirelessly

So the fencer would protect it from harm

فَلَمّا تَعالى النَبتُ وَاِخضَرَّ يانِعا

وَأَفرَكَ حُبُّ الحُبِّ في سُنبُلِ الوُدِّ

When the plants grew lush and green

And the love of love bore fruit in stalks of affection

أَتَتهُ أَكَفُّ الهَجرِ فيها مَناجِل

فَأَسرَعنَ فيهِ حينَ أَدرَكَ بِالحَصدِ

The palms of separation came to it, sickles in hand

And hastily reaped when ripe for harvest

فَيا شُؤمُ مالي إِذ يَعطُل لِلشَّقا

وَيا وَيحَ ثَوري صارَ مُعلَفَه كَبِدي

Oh what misfortune that my efforts were in vain

Oh what agony that my liver is now its fodder