غرامك لي معبدٌ طاهرٌ

دعائمه شُيِّدت من ولوعي

Your love is, to me, a pure temple;

Its pillars were raised from my ardor.

تعهدتُ محرابه بالوفاء

وأوقدتُ فيه الهوى من شموعي

I tended its prayer niche with fidelity,

And within it kindled passion with my candles.

جوانبه من دموعيَ قامت

وأضلعه بُنيت من ضلوعي

Its walls arose from my tears,

And its ribs were built from my own.

ومن ذا رأى هيكلاً في الوجود

يُقام على عمدٍ من دموع

Who has ever seen, in all existence, an edifice

Raised upon pillars made of tears?