يا أهلَ تُدمِيرَ إنَّ جَارَكُمُ

صِيدَ على مَا تَرَونَ مِن حَذَرِه

O people of destruction, your neighbor

Is prey to whatever peril you see him in.

أسلَمَهُ حُبُّهُ إِلَى رَشَإِ

تَعذِيبُ قَلبِ المُحِبِّ من وَطَرِه

His love has surrendered him to the spears

That torment the heart of the lover wherever they turn.

يَهتَزُّ فِي بُردَتَي ملاحتِهِ

كَمَا يَميسُ القَضِيبُ فِي بَهَرِه

He trembles in my mantle's folds

As a rod quivers in the hand that holds it.

وكَانَ شَوقِي إلَى تَحِيَّتِهِ

شَوقَ رِيَاضِ الرُّبَى ِإلَى مَطَرِه

And my longing for his greeting

Was the longing of gardens for the rain that nurtures them.

فَضَنَّ حَتَّى بِهَا فَوَا أسَفاً

قَد عَادَ صَفوُ الهَوَى إِلَى كَدَرِه

But he was stingy even with that, what a pity!

The quintessence of passion has turned bitter.

يَا حَبَّذَاهُ وَإِن جَفَا وَسَطَا

أَرضَاهُ فِي وِردِهِ وَفِي صَدرِه

Yet blessed is he, though he spurned and forgot me,

I am content with him in his refusal and acceptance.

يُقنِعُنِي منهُ أن أرَاهُ وَأَن

أمشِي إِذَا مَا مَشَى عَلَى أثَرِه

It satisfies me to see him and to

Walk in his footsteps wherever they lead.