يا مُنيتي لِم حجبتَ عن بصري

ما كان يُخشى عليك من نظري

Oh my bliss, why have you concealed yourself from my sight?

There was no fear for you from my gaze,

هل كان في نظرةٍ أعيش بها

يا سُؤلَ قلبي عليك من ضَرَرِ

Was there any harm for you in a glance in which I live?

Oh torment of my heart, what injury is there for you from me?

قرَّة عيني متى تعلله

منك فقلبي في أعظم الحَذَرِ

Delight of my eye, when will you excuse

My heart from you, for it is in great caution.

لا كان مَن يصنع السُّتور فكم

يُحجَب تحت الستور من قَمَرِ

It is not he who makes the veils, but how many

Moons are concealed beneath the veil.

يا طِيبَ أيّامِنا التي سلفت

ما كان أحلى محبّة الصِّغَرِ

Oh beautiful days of ours that have passed,

Nothing was sweeter than the love of childhood.