البرْقُ لمَّا لَمَعا

وفي السَّماكِ سَطَعا

When lightning flashed

And shone in the sky

حرَّكَ ساكِنَ الهَوَى

بل الفُؤادِ فَجَعا

It stirred the stillness of passion

Nay, it pained my heart

كأنَّما طالِعُهُ

ببُرْجِ قلبي طَلَعا

As if it rose over

The tower of my heart

أو أنَّه نبْلٌ على

هامِ فُؤادي وَقَعا

Or it was an arrow that fell

Upon the forelock of my heart

مثَّلَ لي خصْرَ الَّذي

به أَذوبُ وَلَعا

It represented to me the waist of him

For whom I melt with passion

قلبٌ تَلافاهُ النَّوى

فرَّقَ ما قدْ جَمَعا

A heart broke by sorrows

That scattered what was once joined

للهِ من آهٍ سَرَى

ودَمْعِ عينٍ دَمَعا

By God, from a sigh that crept

And a tear that streamed

بذلْتُ روحي لغَزا

لٍ بفُؤادي رَتَعا

I sacrificed my soul for a gazelle

That grazed upon my heart

متَى أرَدْتُ قُربَهُ

ولوْ مَناماً مَنَعا

Whenever I sought his nearness

Even if he refused, asleep

أَنا عُبَيْدُ بابِهِ

إِنْ ردَّ وُدِّي أَو رَعَى

I am a slave of his door

If he returns or wanders

وليسَ لي وَسيلَةٌ

لدَى عُلاهُ تُدَّعَى

And I have no means

With his highness that can be claimed

ولا وَظيفَةٌ تُرى

إِلاَّ الثَّناءَ والدُّعا

Nor any task that can be seen

Except praise and prayer