ذاتُ دلٍّ وِشاحُها قلقُ

مِن ضُمورٍ وحِجْلُها شَرِقُ

A heart of anxiety, its cheerfulness disturbed

By withering, while its vigor has risen

بَزَّتِ الشَّمسُ نورَها وحَباها

لحظَ عينيهِ شادِنٌ خَرِقُ

The sun adorned it with light and granted it

A moment for eyes of a lover bursting

ذَهبٌ خَدُّها يذوبُ حَياءً

وسِوى ذاكَ كلُّه ورِقُ

Her cheek is gold melting in shyness

And besides that, all is but paper

إن أَمُتْ مِيتةَ المُحبِّينَ وجْداً

وفؤادي منَ الهوى حَرِقُ

If the passionate's beloved dies of love

My heart is burnt by passion

فالمنايا من بينَ غادٍ وسارٍ

كُلُّ حيٍّ برهْنِها غَلِقُ

So death comes amidst one leaving and travelling

Every living, by its pledge, is fettered