ما لِخَيالِ الحَبيبِ قَد طَرَقا

وَما لِهَذا المُحِبِّ قَد قَلِقا

Why do visions of my beloved come knocking

Why am I, her lover, so restless

سالَت بِإِنسانِ عَينِهِ لُجَجٌ

لَو لَم يَكُن سابِحاً لَقَد غَرِقا

Tears flowing down her humanity's eyes

If she were not afloat she would have drowned