لَم لا يَغذينا الهَوى بِلبانه

أَنا في الشَباب وَأَنتَ في رَيعانه

Why does passion not feed us with its incense?

I am in my youth and you are in its prime.

قُم فَاسقِني خَمر الهَوى وَسلافه

وَاِشرَب بِكَأسي مِن رَحيق دَنانه

Rise, and serve me the wine of passion and its first draught,

And drink from my cup the nectar of its vines.

يا بن البَلابل رَددت أَلحانَها

وَأَخا الهزاز يَجد في تِحنانه

O son of nightingales, who repeated their melodies,

And brother of the swaying branches, finding tenderness in its bending.

غَرد تَجد إِذناً صُغت وَمَشاعِراً

أَذنت وَقَلباً معادَ مِن خَفَقانِهِ

Sing, you will find listening and feelings,

I listened and a heart resonating from its throbbing.

وَتَغنَ يا بن الصادِحات مِن الجَوى

وَالنازِلات عَلى مَعاطف بانه

And sing, O son of warblers, from vitality,

And those descending upon the slopes of its valleys.

هَذا الهَوى وَأَولاء نمنَ بِرَوضِهِ

أَفلا نُغَرد في ذُرى أَفنانه

This passion and those who lived in its meadows,

Should we not sing amidst the flowers of its branches?

خُذ مِن شِفاهك كُل ما أَنا آخذ

تَجد السَلاف يَهز الوَرد مِن فينانه

Take from your lips all that I take,

You will find the first draught shaking the rose from its bending.

دار الخَيال ورف حَولك ساعة

وَدَنا وَابعد وَهر في دَوَرانه

Imagine for a moment, and hover around,

Come near and go far, and wander in its circling.

فَرآك تَفضله مَدى وَتَدفقاً

وَرآكَ ملء الكَون في وَجدانه

It saw you transcending time and overflowing,

And saw you filling the universe in its mind.

سَكن هَواي بِقبلة فَيّاضة

بارق ما اِهتَزَّ الوَرى لِبَيانه

My passion settled with a shining kiss,

A lightning that shook the world with its clarity.

وَلتدر مَن أَنا مَن أَكون مِن الوَرى

أَنا مَن تَلقى القَول مِن سحبانه

And you may know who I am, who I am in the world,

I who received words from its clouds.

إِن شاءَ البسك المَشاعر حلية

وَنَضى الدمقس عَليك مِن تِبيانه

If you wish, clothing feelings in jewels,

And the brocade shedding its patterns upon you.

قُم ضَع يَمينك في هَواه مُبارَكاً

وَاِمسَح بِها ما شئت مِن جُثمانه

Rise, place your right hand in its blessed passion,

And wipe with it whatever you wish from its body.