أَقولُ وَقَد عادَ عيدُ الغَرامِ

لَمّا هَبَطنَ بِنا الأَجفَرا

I say, now that the feast of love has returned

When we alighted in Al-Ajfar

أَيا صاحِبي أَتَرى نارَهُم

فَقالَ تُرينِيَ ما أَرى

O friend of mine, do you see their fire?

He said, "You show me what I do not see"

دَعاني الغَرامُ وَلَم يَدعُهُ

فَأَبصَرتُ ما لَم يَكُن مُبصِرا

Love called me, though it did not call him

So I saw what he could not see

فَما زِلتُ أُطرِبُهُ بِالحَنينِ

وَأُذكِرُهُ المَنزِلَ المُقفِرا

And I have not ceased to disturb him with yearning

And remind him of the abandoned abode

إِلى أَن تَنَفَّسَ عَن زَفرَةٍ

وَإِنَّ مِنَ الوَجدِ مُستَعبِرا

Until he sighed from a gasp

And verily from passion he seeks deliverance