يا رِيمُ ما لِيَ إِلّا بالهَوى شُغُلُ

فَمُنْيةُ النَّفْسِ حَيْثُ الأَعْيُنُ النُّجُلُ

O Raym, I have no other concern but love

And the soul's end is where the shy eyes dwell

لَولاكَ ما غَرِقَتْ في الدَّمْعِ إِذْ أَرِقَتْ

مَدامِعٌ لَمْ يُغازِلْها الكَرى هُطُلُ

Had it not been for you, my tears would not have flooded

With unrelenting tears that grief did not send

وَبِالفُؤادِ أَناةٌ حينَ أَجْذِبُهُ

إِلى السُّلوِّ وَلكنْ أَدْمُعي عُجُلُ

And my heart shows restraint when I pull it

Toward composure, but my tears are hasty

فَمَنْ لِصَبٍّ بَكى شَوْقاً إِلى بَلَدٍ

أَقَمْتُ فيهِ وَسُدَّتْ دُونَهُ السُّبُلُ

So who can cry in yearning for a land

In which I stayed, though the roads to it are blocked?

إِذا الصَّبا نَسَمَتْ فَاقْرَأْ تَحِيَّتَهُ

فَما لَهُ غَيْرُ أَنْفاسِ الصَّبا رُسُلُ

When the morning breeze blows, read my greetings

For it has none but the morning breeze as messengers