إن ضاعَ قَلْبِي فَأينَ أطلُبُه

أوْ ذاعَ حُبّي فأنْتَ مُوجبُهُ

If my heart is lost, where shall I seek it?

Or if my love is spread, you are the cause.

يا شادِناً في الضُّلوعِ مَرْتعُه

ومن نمير الدُّموعِ مشْرَبُه

O you who makes the ribs its pasture,

And whose drink is from the spring of tears.

تَبيتُ لَيْلَ التّمام تَرْقُدُهُ

وَمُقْلَتِي للسّماك تَرْقبُه

You spend the night of perfection asleep,

While my eyelids watchfully wait for you.