يا ذَا القَمَرُ المُنيرُ في الآفاقِ

الصَّبْرُ فُنِي فِيكَ وَوَجْدِي باقي

O you with the radiant moon-face in the firmament

My patience in you is spent, though my passion remains

كَمْ تَلْسَعني عَقْرَبُ صُدْغَيْكَ عَسَى

أَنْ تَسْمَحَ لي مِنْ فِيكَ بالدّرْياقِ

How your cheek's scorpion stings me! May it graciously allow

Me to find the antidote in you to its poison and pain