سفها يعنفني بحبك لائم

وهواك بين جوانحي متلاطم

Folly rebukes me for loving you, blamer,

While passion for you tosses within my ribs.

لطبعت في قلبي فلو فتشته

لم يلف إلا هيكل لك قائم

I have imprinted you onto my heart, so if you examined it,

You would find no structure but a temple for you.