سَرَيتُ أرومُ الحبَّ مُضْنًى وليسَ لي

وإن مِتُّ ذاكَ الجَنابِ رُجوعُ

I wandered the path of love in agony, yet I have no escape

And if that beloved dies, there is no returning

وما لي سوى صِدْقِ المَحَبَّةِ شافعٌ

لَدَيهِ وصِدْقُ الصَّادقينَ شَفيعُ

Naught have I but the truth of my love to intercede for me before him

And the truthfulness of the truthful as my advocate

وللحِبِّ سُلْطانٌ وللعِشْقِ لَوْعَةٌ

بَلى كُلُّ عُمْرِ العاشقينَ وُلوعُ

For love holds sway, and passion burns

Aye, the life of lovers is ever aflame