وجارِيَةٍ تستميلُ القُلُوبَ

وترْنُو فتجرَحُ حبّاتِهَا

A maiden alluring hearts

And wounding her berries when she sings

إذا ما تَغَنَّتْ نَمَى كُلّ شَئٍ

جَمَادٍ وأصْغِى لأَصْواتِها

When she trills everything grows

Inanimate objects and voices attend to her

ومادَتْ لَها الأرضُ أوْ كادَتِ ال

حياةُ تُعَادُ لأمْوَاتِها

And earth almost comes alive for her

Life is restored in the dead by her songs

تَهُمُّ بِوِصْلي فَتَبْدُو لَهَا

ويمْنَعُها خوفُ مَوْلاتِها

She desires to meet me then appears

But her mistress' fear prevents her

لبسْتُ تَعاويذَ من كُتْبِها

وأدمنتُ شَمَّ تَحِيّاتِها

I wore amulets from her books

And got used to the scent of her greetings

فَمَا زادَني ذَاكَ إلا اشتياقاً

إلى قُرْبِهَا ومُنَاجَاتِها

But that only increased my longing

For her company and whispers