رُدّوا لِقَلبي القَلَقَ الفِرارا

وَخَبِّروني الرَكبَ أَينَ سارا

Return to my heart the restlessness of escape

And tell the caravan where it journeyed

وَسامِحوا النَومَ عَلى نِفارِهِ

لَوولا الهَوى ما عَرَفَ النِفارا

Forgive sleep for its aversion

If not for passion, aversion itself would not be known

يا عاذِلي في شَغَفي بِحُبِّهِ

دَعني فَقَد آنَستُ مِنهُ نارا

O you who blame me for my ardent love of him

Leave me be, for I have glimpsed in him a fire

ظَبيُ كَناسٍ لَو دَرى الظَبيُ بِهِ

مِن مُقلَتَيهِ الدَعج اِستَعارا

A gazelle of Kanaas, if that gazelle but knew of him

He would borrow the languid grace of his eyes

عَشِقتُهُ سِرّاً فَلَمّا غَلَبَت

صَبابَتي هَوَيتُهُ جَهارا

I loved him secretly, but when

My youthful passion overcame me I declared my love openly

وَكانَ لي قَلبٌ فَلَمّا زارَني

وَهَبتُهُ لِحُسنِهِ اِستِبشارا

I had a heart, but when he visited me

I gifted it to him in joyous welcome

مُذ لَبِسَ العِذارَ خالي خَدِّهِ

خَلَعتُ في الحُبِّ لَهُ العِذارا

Since the day he donned the garb of down on his cheek

I have doffed for him in love the garb

ما أَطيَبَ القَتلَ بِسَيفِ لَحظِهِ

رُزِقتُهُ وَلا رزقتُ ثارا

How sweet is death by the sword of his glance

Granted to me, though I sought no vengeance