لَو أَستَطيعُ سَكَبتُ رو

حي خَمرَةً في كاسِها

If I could, I would pour my soul

As wine into her cup,

حَتّى إِذا حالَ النَوى

بَيني وَبَينَ كِناسِها

So that if separation intervened

Between me and her sanctuary,

وَتَجاهَلَت أَو أَنكَرَت

أَمي لَدى جُلّاسِها

And she feigned ignorance or denied

My presence among her company,

أَطَلتُ مِن أَجفانِها

وَجَرَيتُ مَع أَنفاسِها

I would look out from within her eyelids,

And flow along with her breaths.