أَلقى فُؤادي في أَواري

قَمر سراهُ مِن اسكدار

My heart I cast amidst the gloom

Of a moon that shed its light from Skedar.

يَمضي الدُجى وَنَواظري

في حُبِهِ تَرعى الذَراري

The darkness passes, and my eyes

In his love graze upon the meadows.

وَاود لَو عَلقت بِذَي

ل الوَعد مِنهُ يَد اِنتِظاري

I wish that I could grasp in my hand

The promise from him of my waiting.

يَجني فَأَبدى العُذر عَن

هُ وَلَيسَ يَرضى بِاِعتِذاري

He reaps, so made excuses for

Himself, not pleased with my excuses.

أَتراهُ يَدري بِالَّذي

قاسَيتُهُ أَم غَير داري

Does he know what I have endured?

Or is he unaware of my plight?

أَشكو الظَما أَبَداً وَما

ء الحُسن في خَديهِ جاري

I complain of thirst forever, yet

The water of beauty flows on his cheek.

أَغدو بِهِ حَيران لا أَد

ري يَميني مِن يَساري

Confused, with him I pass my days,

Not knowing my right hand from my left.

ريم أَبت أَخلاقُهُ

إِلّا التَخَلُق بِالنَفار

His manners refused but to wear

The garment of aloofness.

فَعشقتهُ وَعَلَيهِ مِن

دُون الوَرى وَقع اِختِياري

So I loved him, and above all

The world he was my chosen one.