يَميناً بِديني إِنَّهُ الحُبُّ فيكَ أَو

بِقِبلَةِ نُسكي إِنَّهُ وَجهُكَ الحَسَن

By my faith, it is love for you or

By my devotion's kiss, it is your beautiful face

لَحُبُّكَ مِن قَلبي وَإِن سَلَّطَ الضَنى

عَلى جَسَدي أَشفى مِنَ الروحِ لِلبَدَن

Your love is from my heart even if sorrow

Has power over my body, it heals more than the spirit does the body

فَيا وَطَنَ السُلوانِ وَالعِشقِ غُربَةً

أَلا عَودَةً بِاللَهِ في ذَلِكَ الوَطَن

Oh homeland of nighttalk and love, exile

By God, return to that homeland

لَقَد طالَ حَربُ النَومِ فيكَ لِناظِري

أَلا هُدنَةً مِنهُ وَدَعها عَلى دَخَن

Indeed, the war of sleeplessness in you has been long for my eyes

By God, a truce from it, leave it smoldering

يَظُنُّ هَوى موسى بِأَنّي قَتيلُهُ

سَأَجعَلُ نَفسي فيهِ وَاللَهِ حَيثُ ظَنّ

Passion thinks I am its slain

I will make myself in it, by God, where passion thought