الَدَيهِ نهب النُفوس مُباح

رشاء سافك الدِما سفاح

Plundering souls is permitted without blood money

A killer who sheds blood is a butcher

أَي أَسد تَحوم حَول حِماهُ

وَكناس لَهُ الظِبا وَالرِماح

What lion prowls around its lair

With spears and arrows as its equipment

ابن عَشر وَاربع لَو تَبدى

في دُجى اللَيل قُلت لاحَ الصَباح

A boy of fourteen, if he appeared

In the darkness of night, I would say dawn has risen

ما رَبيع العُيون غَير مَحيا

هُ إِلَيهِ أَرواحُنا تَرتاح

What spring of eyes other than the one that lives

Our souls find rest in him

ليَ وَرد مِن وَجنَتيهِ جَنيّ وَمُدام

مِن ثَغرِهِ وَأَقاح

For me, a rose from his gardens, and wine

From his lips and teeth

تَتَدانى مِنا القُلوب وَإِن شَ

ط مَزار وَأَبعدَت أَشباح

Hearts come close to us even if distance

Separates our tombs and spirits

إِن كُتُبي إِلَيهِ صَحف الأَماني

وَبِها الرُسُل بِيَنَنا أَرواح

If I write to him the scrolls of my wishes

Messengers between us are souls