لَقَد ذَهبَت أَنفسُ العاشقين

عَلى نار وَجنَتِه حَسراتِ

The lovers' souls have passed away

In longing for the gardens they miss so

وَلا غروَ إِن أَصبَحَت تُشتَهى

فَقَد حُفَّت النارُ بالشَهواتِ

No wonder, then, the flames have come to stay

For fire is tempted by desires to grow