أَسعِدِ الوَجدَ بِدَمعٍ وَكَفا

لا تَقُل لِلدَمعِ حَسبي وَكفى

Joy has brought tears that suffice,

Do not say to my tears "enough!"

لَستُ في دَمعي غَريقاً إِنَّما

جَسَدي خَفَّ ضَنىً حَتّى طَفا

I am not drowning in my tears, rather

My body has become frail from yearning until it floated.

جادَ غَيثُ الدَمعِ مِن بُعدِكَ في

مُقلَتي رَسمَ الكَرى حَتّى عَفا

The rain of tears poured from my eyelids after you,

Etching sorrows until they faded.

ذِكرُكَ الأَعطَرُ يُبكيني دَماً

رُبَّ مِسكٍ بِشَذاهُ رَعَفا

Your fragrant memory makes me weep blood.

Many a gentle musk, its aroma caused to tremble.

لَستُ مَشغوفاً بِموسى إِنَّهُ

لَيسَ لي قَلبٌ فَأَشكو الشَغَفا

I am not obsessed with Musa, he

Does not have a heart for me to complain of passion to.

كُنتُ أَشكو في الهَوى وَاليَومَ قَد

تُبتُ يَعفو اللَهُ عَمّا سَلَفا

I used to complain of love but today

I have repented, may God forgive what is past.