ما وَجدُ صادٍ في الحِبالِ موثَقِ

لِماءِ مُزنٍ بارِدٍ مُصَفَّقِ

Never found a lover bound in chains

Of cool sweet water freshly rained

صَريحِ غَيثٍ خالِصٍ لَم يُمذَقِ

إِلّا كَوَجدي بِكَ لَكِن أَتَّقي

Pure rain whose goodness was disdained

Except for you, though I take pains

يا فاتِحاً لِكُلِّ عِلمٍ مُغلَقِ

وَصَيرَفيّاً ناقِداً لِلمَنطِقِ

To fear you, opener of knowledge chained

Judge of logic, by you arraigned

إِن قالَ هَذا بَهرَجٌ لَم يَنفُقِ

إِنّا عَلى البُعادِ وَالتَفَرُّقِ

Say this gibberish falls short of gained

Though we in distance are constrained

نَلتَقي بِالذِكرِ وَإِن لَم نَلتَقِ

In remembering we can meet unfeigned.