وشادن بي ظمأ ممض

الى طلا ثغره وكاسه

Thirsting, yearning, I roamed about,

Seeking his radiant smile and cup.

لا أملك الطرف ان بدا لي

من نظر فيه بين ناسه

I cannot gaze upon his face,

Among the crowd my eyes look up.

كأنني وهو من حواسي

اصبحت في الحب من حواسه

It's as if he were one of my senses,

In love, my senses come from him.