يَا مُجِيلَ الرُّوحِ في جَسَدي

والذِي يَفْتَرُّ عَنْ بَرَدِ

O beautiful spirit in my body

That relieves the cold

وَفَريدَ الحُسْنِ واحِدَهُ

مُنْتَهاهُ مُنْتَهى العَدَدِ

Unique in beauty, one of a kind

With no equal in number

خُذْ بِكَفِّي إِنَّني غَرِقٌ

في بِحارٍ جَمَّةِ المَدَدِ

Take my hand for I am drowning

In vast oceans with no end

ورِياحُ الهجْرِ قدْ هَدَمَتْ

ما أقامَ الصبرُ مِنْ أَوَدِي

The winds of separation have destroyed

What patience had built of shelters