غَشِيَتْنِي مِنَ الهُمُومِ غَواشِ

لِعَذُولٍ يَلُومُ فِيكَ ووَاشِ

The sorrows have overwhelmed me, clouding my mind,

For a critic who blames you while I pine and wish.

لَوْ يُلاَقوا الَّذِي لَقِيتُ مِن الْوَجْ

د لِشَوْقٍ بَيْنَ الجَوانِحِ نَاشِ

If only they felt what I feel of passion's sting

Between ribs that ache from the fires that burn inside.

نَمَّ بِالسِّرِّ عِنْدَهُمْ دَمْعُ عَيْنِي

إِنَّ سِرَّ المُحِبِّ بِالْدَّمْعِ فَاشِي

My tears betray my secret love before them.

For a lover's hidden truths are exposed when he cries.

مَنْ عَذِيرِي لظَالِمٍ أَنَا مِنْهُ

فِي زَمَانِ الوصَالِ لِلْهَجْرِ خَاشِي

Who can blame me for the unjust one I desire?

I fear the time of union and dread its demise.

أَخَذَ الْقَدَّ مَنْ قَضِيبٍ رَطِيبٍ

وحكى أَعْيُنَ الظِّبَاءِ العِطاشِ

He has captured my soul with his sweet glance,

And told of eyes thirsty as female mountain goats.