لِلَّه ما أَحلى وصالَ الملاح

وَما الردى إِلّا صُدودُ الرَداح

How sweet is the union with the beloved!

And naught but the turns of fate can make us part.

لا أَصلح اللَهُ عدوّاً لحا

عَلى الهَوى لَمّا رأى الوصلَ لاح

May God never favor a foe of love

When union's torch begins to light their heart.

لَو علمَ اللائمُ ما رامَه

مَلومُه ما رامَ إِلّا الصَلاح

If those who blame but knew what drives me on,

My blameworthy quest they'd understand.

ما السَعدُ إِلّا وَصلُ سُعدى وَلا

رَوح الهَوى إِلّا كؤوسٌ وَراح

No joy but joining my beloved brings,

No life but love and wine's enchanted hand.

وَاللَه لا أَسلو هواها وَلَو

لامَ مصِرّاً ولحا كُلُّ لاح

By God I'll never leave this love, though blades

Assail me and the changed reprove my stand!