يَا رِيم قَصْرٍ بِه أهِيمُ

الصّبْحُ ما لَمْ تَلُحْ بَهِيمُ

O ruins of a palace where I yearn

The dawn has not shone with radiance upon it

سَرَتْ ولَمَّا يَسْرِ غَرامِي

لا غَرْوَ أنْ يُلْزَمَ الغَرِيمُ

It departed though my love had not departed

Surely the beloved is destined to be blamed

يَا حَبَّذَا مَنْزِل خَصِيبٌ

أَلْوَى بهِ مُنْزَلٌ خَصِيمُ

O how good is the fertile dwelling

With which an inimical dwelling has become fair

طَابَتْ بأرْجَائِهِ الأَمَانِي

كأَنَّهُ الرُّكْنُ والحَطِيمُ

In its corners hopes have become pleasant

As if it were a pillar and protector

إذ نَحْنُ في ظِلِّهِ جَمِيعٌ

وَرَوْضُ آمالِنَا حَمِيمُ

While we in its shade are all together

And the meadow of our hopes intimate

وَلي بحُكْمِ الهَوى نَسِيبٌ

كَأَنَّهُ رِقَّة نَسِيمُ

And to me by decree of love a kinsman

As if he were a gentle breeze

فَاليومَ لا حالِق رَحيبٌ

يُغَشى ولا آلِفٌ رَحيمُ

So today there is no vast expanse

To cover it, nor intimate friend to have mercy