أظنُّكَ لو علمتَ بفرطِ حبَّي

لما عذَّبتَ بالهجرانِ قلبي

I think if you knew the extent of my love

You would not have tortured my heart with estrangement

ولو عاينتَني ابكي غراماً

بدمعٍ فيه بعدَ البينِ شُرْبي

And if you saw me crying from passion

With tears in which the remoteness of my beloved mingles

رثيتُ لما أُلاقيهِ وحسبي

بأنْ ترثي لِما ألقاهُ حسبي

I would have wept for what I suffer and that is enough for me

That you weep for what you have inflicted, that is enough for me

أيا رشأً اعارَ الظبيَ جيداً

يُدِلُّ بحسنِه في كلَّ سربِ

O slender gazelle who lent beauty to the neck

Whose charm shows through every herd

لقد وكَّلْتَ بالتَّسهادِ عيني

وبالبَلْبالِ لمّا بنتَ لُبَّي

You have appointed my eyes to wakefulness

And to shedding tears since you created my affection

فِنْ يكنِ الغرامُ ولا أُحاشي

إدا ذنبي إليكَ فدامَ ذنبي

If passion is no sin, nor can I refrain from it

If my sin to you persists, then let my sin persist

يميناً أن يَدُمْ هجري سأقضي

واِنْ لم يَدْنُ نحبي منه نُحْ بي

I swear if estrangement from you continues, I will endure it

And if my love does not draw near to it, I will draw near my love

وكم لي فيكَ آمالٌ تُريني

مكانَ رضايّ بعدَ وَشِيْكِ عَتْبي

And how much hope I have in you that shows me

The place of my pleasures after impending reprimand