دَعوا لي أَطِبّاءَ العِراقِ لِيَنظُروا

سَقامي وَما يُغني الأَطِبّاءُ في الحُبِّ

They called to me the physicians of Iraq to examine

My sickness, but what can physicians do about love?

أَشاروا بِريحِ المَندَلِ اللُدنِ وَالشَذا

وَرَدِّ ذَماءِ النَفسِ بِالبارِدِ العَذبِ

They prescribed the fragrance of jasmine and citron,

And quenching the soul's thirst with cool, sweet water.

يُطيلونَ جَسَّ النابِضينِ ضَلالَةً

وَلَو عَلِموا جَسّوا النَوابِضَ مِن قَلبي

Yet they keep feeling my pulse in ignorance,

If only they knew, it's my heartbeats they're feeling!