نَم فَقَد وَكَّلتَ بي الأَرقا

لاهِياً بُعداً لِمَن عَشِقا

You have made the nights into worries for me

Distracted far from one that I love

إِنَّما أَبقيتَ من بَدَني

شَبَحاً غَيرَ الَّذي خُلِقا

You have left of my body just a specter

Other than the one I was created to be

وَفَتىً ناداكَ مِن كُرَب

أَسعَرت أَحشاءَهُ حُرقا

A young man called to you out of hardship

His insides scorched with burning

غَرِقَت في الدَّمعِ مُقلَتُهُ

فَدَعا إِنسانَها الغَرقا

His eyelids drowned in tears

So his humanity called out for rescue

ما لمن تَمَّت مَحاسِنُهُ

أَن يُعاطي طَرفَ من عَشِقا

What fault is it of one perfect in beauty

That he bestow a glance upon one who loves?

لَكَ أَن تُبدي لَنا حُسناً

وَلَنا أَن نُعمِلَ الحَدَقا

It's yours to show us comeliness

And ours to act with penetrating insight