في الكِلَّةِ الصَّفراءِ ريمٌ أبيضُ

يَسْبي القلوبَ بمقلتَيهِ ويُمرِضُ

In the yellow meadow, a white gazelle

Who captivates hearts with his eyes, and makes them ill

لمَّا غَدا بَينَ الحُمُولِ مُقَوَّضاً

كادَ الفُؤادُ عَنِ الحياةِ يُقَوّضُ

When he walked among the fields, swaying

My heart almost ceased living

صَدَّ الكَرَى عَن جَفْنِ عينكَ مُعْرِضاً

لمَّا رآهُ يَصُدُّ عنْكَ وَيُعْرِضُ

Turning his gaze from your eyelid, rejecting

When he saw you, he turned away, rejecting

أَدَّيتُ منْ حُبّي إِليكَ فَريضةً

إِنْ كانَ حُبُّ الخلْقِ مِمَّا يُفْرَضُ

I have fulfilled my love for you as an obligation

If the love of creation is an obligation