من الغيب أسرى إليها الولهْ

فكانت لوجد الهوى أولهْ

With longing from afar, I came to her

And found, if passion had a first, 'twas her

تنام على رقصة الأغنيات

صلاة على سرنا منزلةْ

She sleeps to rhythms of melodies

A prayer for our secret trysting place

لحاراتها الدفء أنَّا نراهْ

تحار به مهجة مشعلهْ

In her lanes, warmth we see it there

Bewitching the core of its flame’s flare

يعانقها الظل بوحا وعشقا

كأن الندى ظلَّها بللهْ

Embraced by shadows, ardently, lovingly

As if the dew had soaked it thoroughly

كأني بها جنة من هيام

مطارحها بالهوى مثقلةْ

She seems a garden of daydreams to me

Her pillows heavy with love’s reverie

وأزهارها قد تدلت كما

مصابيح من سحرها مسدلهْ

Her flowers dangling as though they were

Lanterns from her magic hanging there

وأبوابها نام فيها الرحيقُ

تراها على بعضها مقبلهْ

Her doors where perfume had fallen asleep

You'd think some leaning towards others in a heap

تشف كما غيمة من عبير

بعطر مساءاتها مثقلهْ

She sips like a cloud of fragrant air

With the scent of her evenings rich and rare

لشهباء أرجوزة العاشقين

وآهاتهم في المدى مرسلهْ

To the starry-eyed, the lover's ode

And their sighs through the horizon's breadth flowed

لها ما يخبئ سحر الصباح

وما ينطوي في الرؤى من ولهْ

In her is all the charm of dawn kept hid

And what stirs wrapped in visions, from the first glance did