حَبيب حَماهُ الملك تَحتَ قِبابِه

يَكادُ يُذيب الروح فَرطَ اِحتِجابِهِ

My love, protected by the king beneath his domes

His veil melts my soul, so heavy it engulfs

تُدير عَلى سَمعي الأَماني حَديثُهُ

فَتسكر أَفكاري بِذكر رِضابِهِ

His words swirl fancies round my hearing

That my thoughts grow drunk on his rhythms

يَعيد تُراب الأَرض مِسكاً وَعَنبَراً

إِذا قَبلت للشُكر فَضل ثِيابِهِ

He makes the earth's dust into musk and amber

If I kiss his clothes in thanks for his grace

يَكُلمني بِاللَحظ عَن أَخذ مُهجَتي

فَيَسبق تَسليمي بَرَد جَوابِهِ

With a glance, he speaks, taking my heart

My surrender outpaced by his brisk retort