أَلا يا عَبل قَد طالَ اشتِياقي

إِلَيكَ وَشَفَّني خَوفُ الفِراقِ

Oh Abel, how long my yearning for you has been

And fear of parting has cured me

وَبِتُّ مُخامِراً أَشكو بَلائي

لِما قَد غالَني وَلِما أُلاقِي

I pass the nights drunk, complaining of my afflictions

For what has made me suffer and what I endure

كَأَنّي مِن هَواكِ أَخو فِراشٍ

تجَلجَلُ نَفسُهُ بَينَ التَراقِي

As if from passion for you I'm a bedfellow

Whose soul writhes between the bedsheets

حَلَفتُ لَكِ الغَداةَ فَصَدِّقيني

بِرَبِّ البَيتِ والسَبعِ الطِباقِ

I swore to you at dawn, so believe me

By the Lord of the house and the seven solid heavens

لأَنتِ إِلى الفؤادِ أَشَدُّ حُبّاً

مِنَ الصَّادِي إِلَى الكأسِ الدِّهاقِ

For you are to my heart more beloved

Than wine is to the thirsty drinker's cup