ظبيٌ به الوردُ تاهَ والآسُ

يسكرُ من كاسِ طَرْفِهِ الكاس

The gazelle by the rose is drunk and languid

It is intoxicated by the cup of its eyelash

يُنْسِيكَ أجناسَ زهرِ كلِّ رُبىً

زهرٌ بخدَّيهِ منه أجناسُ

It makes you forget the race of every blossom

A blossom whose cheeks are of its race

تَهَتُّكُ الناس في أحسنُ ما

رأيتُ لمَّا تهتَّكَ الناس

You enchant people in the most beautiful

I have seen when you enchant people

يا سيّدي لو رددتَ من نَفَسي

فليس لي مذ هَجَرتَ أنفاس

O my master if you would but return my soul

I have had no breath since you abandoned me