عادت لطائرها الذي غَنّاهَا

وشَدَا فهاج حَنينها وشَجاهَا

Her bird has returned to her, the one whose songs enchanted her

And kindled the burning longing within her and consumed her

أيُّ الحظوظ أعادها لوَفيِّها

ونجيّ وحدتها وإلف صباهَا

What stroke of fortune brought it back to its faithful companion?

And saved her from loneliness and reunited her with her youth

مشبوبة التحنان تكتم نارها

عبثاً وتأبَى أن يبين لظاهَا

Overwhelmed with tenderness she conceals her fire

In vain, refusing to make visible its flames

يا إلفيَ المعبود سِرّك ذائع

نار الحنين دفينها أفشاهَا

O beloved of the adored one, your secret is exposed

The fire of longing she harbored has revealed it

ماذا لقينا من لقاءٍ خاطفٍ

وعشية كالبرق حان ضحاهَا

What did we get from that fleeting meeting?

And an evening swift as lightning, its morning came

يا ويح هاتيك الثواني لَم تقف

حتَّى نسيغ هناءةً ذقناها

Alas! Those moments did not pause

Before we could savor the delight we tasted

حتى يمتع باليقين مكذب

عينيه في رؤيا يضلّ سناهَا

Before disbelief is convinced by certainty

His eyes in a dream that leads his slumber astray

تمضي لها الأبصار مُشعلة الهوى

وتحول عنها ما تُطيق لقاهَا

Eyes blaze with passion for her

And turn away from her, unable to endure the sight

تخبو العواطف في الصدور وتنتَهي

ويَجف في زهر القلوب نداهَا

Feelings fade in hearts and come to an end

And their echo withers in the blossoms of hearts

وأنا أحسّ اليومَ بدء علاقة

وعنيف ثورتها وحزّ مُدَاهَا

And I feel today the beginning of a relationship

And the violent stirring of its passion and extent of its fever

لم تَرو منكِ نواظري وخواطري

ورجعت أذكي مهجةً وشفاهَا

My eyes and thoughts have not seen you

And I returned to rekindle an ardour and lips

مدَّ الخريف على الرياض رواقه

ومضى الربيع الطلق ما يغشاها

Autumn has extended its portico over the gardens

And free-flowing spring has departed, shrouding it

ما بالرياض كآبةٌ في أرضها

وسحابة تغشى أديمَ سماهَا

The gardens are gloomy in their soil

And a cloud covers the horizon of its sky

جمدت حمائم أيكها وأنا الذي

شاكيتها فاغرورقت عيناهَا

The doves of its arbors have frozen, and I who

Complained of them, so their eyes brimmed with tears

كيف السبيلُ إلى شفاء صبابة

الدهر أجمع ما يبلُّ صداهَا

How is the way to curing the youthfulness

Of fate, who gathers all that tarnishes its echo?

وإلى نسائم جنة سحرية

قرّحت أجفاني على مغناهَا

And to the gentle breezes of an enchanted paradise

That wounded my eyelids with its melodies

قضَّيتُ أيامي أضمّ خيالها

وأضعت أيامي أقول عساهَا

I spent my days clasping her image

And wasted my days saying, perhaps it will be hers