فُؤادي وَالهَوى نَهبُ

وَطَرفي دَمعُهُ سَكبُ

My heart and passion are plundered,

My eyelid, its tear poured out.

وَمثتاق إِلى غَير

أُهيلَ الحَيِّ لا يَصبو

Yearning for those gone,

The living tribe doesn't incline.

وَأَيّام لِشِعبِ الحَي

يِ لَو جادَبِهِ الشِعبُ

And days for the lively tribe,

If it neighbored liveliness.

سَقى اللَهُ حِمىً مِنهُ

يَفوحُ المندلُ الرَطبُ

May Allah water it from him,

The wet apple branch smells.

وَحَيّاً دونَهُ الذُب

لُ وَالهِندِيَّةُ القُضبُ

And alive under it the gazelle

And the Indian doe wanders.

طَليقٌ عِندَهُ الدَمعُ

وَمَأسورٌ بِهِ القَلبُ

Free at it the tear,

And the heart captured by it.

وَمَعذورٌ بِهِ في هَت

كِ أَستارِ الهَوى الصَبُّ

And excused by it in melting

The curtains of passionate love melt.

مَنِ الناشِدُ لي في الرَك

بِ قَلباً أَسرًا لرَكبُ

Who chants to me in the riding camel,

A heart captured by the riding camel.

فُؤادي وَالهَوى سِلمٌ

وَجَفني وَالكَرى حَربُ

My heart and passion are peace,

And my eyelid and sorrow are war.

أَلا يا عَتبُ ما أَعذ

بَ قَولي فيكَ يا عَتبُ

Oh, reproach, how delightful

My saying about you, oh reproach.

وَما أَعذَبَ قَولُ النا

سِ قَد تَيَّمَهُ الحُبُّ

And how delightful people's saying

Love has orphaned it.