أنت الربيع تفتحت أزهاره

حسنا وشارك ورده نواره

You are the spring, its flowers have blossomed

Beautifully, and its rose has shared its light

وتبسمت نسماته وتغازلت

أغصانه وترنمت أطياره

And its breezes have smiled and flirted

Its branches have hummed and its birds have chirped

للحسن فيك بديعه وبيانه

ولي القصيد جمانه ونضاره

For beauty in you is wonderful and clear

And for me are poems free and fresh

دبجته لصفات وجهك كلم

هام الفؤاد به ورف شعاره

I have composed them about your facial traits

My heart has become obsessed with it and raised its banner

من حبنا .. لك برده وسلامه

وصفاؤه ووفاؤه ووقاره

Out of our love.. for you is its coolness and greetings

And its purity, loyalty, and dignity

ولنا الغرام شقاؤه وسقامه

وجحيمه وضرامه وأواره

And for us is the passion, its misery and illness

And its hell, its harshness, and its chambers

لا تسألي المشتاق كيف تألفت

أبياته وتدفقت أنهاره

Do not ask the longing one how he composed

His verses and its rivers flowed

فالحب جاد به لعينيك التي

فيها وفيك تنافست أشعاره

For love has given him, for your eyes

In which poetry has competed in it and you

لا تقتلي بالصد حبا طالم

آوى الأحبة ظله وثماره

Do not kill with rejection a prolonged love

That has sheltered lovers in its shade and fruits

فالوصل جنتنا ومأوى حبن

ونعيمنا والصد حسبي ناره

For union is our paradise and the abode of our love

And our bliss, and rejection is for me its fire

إنا تقاسمنا الهوى فجحيمه

في مهجتي ونعيمه لك داره

We have shared passion, so its hell

Is in my core, and its heaven is for you its house

لورق قلبك ما تفتق خاطري

عن جوهر يشدو به سماره

If the leaf of your heart would unfold, my feelings

Would not divert from the essence it chants with its nightingale

فخذي عن الحب الجميل قصائد

يفنى الزمان ولم تزل آثاره

So take from beautiful love poems

Time passes but its traces remain