سَلِ العَفوَ يا عاذِلي مُذنِباً

فَإِنَّ الهَوى قَد نَبا مُذ نَبا

Ask forgiveness, O reproacher of my sins

For passion has been growing since it began

أَلا بَعُدَت لَيلَةٌ لا أَراكَ

تَلوحُ بِأُفقِ الهَوى كَوكَبا

Oh, after a night without seeing you

You shine in my passion’s horizon like a star