وحق الهوى لو نلت من فيك رشفة

لكان بها سعدي وكان شفائيا

And had I but one draught of love from your being

Therein lies my joy; therein my remedy

ولو مسحت كفاك قلباً فقدته

لعاد طروباً للحياة مناجيا

And were your hand to lightly touch my heart

Lost once, 'twould throb anew, and joyously

ولو نلت من ريّاك ريحاً أشمّها

لأمسى بها الجثمان أخضر ناميا

Could I but scent the winds that blow from thee

This frame with very life would spring, flowering

ولو سمعت أذني لصوتك نغمة

لما طربت يوماً لصوت شدا ليا

And were my ears to catch your voice's tune

Never again another's song would stir me