ما للصبابةِ منك هاجَ رسيسُها

وَلنارِ قلبك عاد فيه حسيسُها

The youthfulness within you is stirred by her,

And the fire of your heart has rekindled its blaze.

عهدي بقلبكَ والأَوانسُ والدُّمى

لا تستبيه (سعادُها) و (لميسُها)

My pledge to your heart, both cups and dolls -

Do not deny her beauty, or her charm.

شمستْ عن التهيامِ نفسُك ناشئاً

هل ريضَ بعد الأربعين شَموسها

Your soul has risen above obsession,

Could it be sated after forty suns?

للهِ فاتنة تملَّك قلبَ مَنْ

تُحنى لديه من الرجالِ رؤوسها

By God, a beauty who owns the heart of he

Whose heads bow to her, of all men.

فعلتْ به أَلحاظُها ما قصَّرتْ

عن فعلِه أَقداحُها وَكؤوسها

Her glances have done to him what has not

Been done by her goblets and cups.

يا مَنْ سُحرتَ بقوله هَلْ ذاك من

تأْثيرِ عينيها وأَنت جليسها

O you who are spellbound by his words, is this not

The effect of her eyes while you sit with her?

إن كنتَ أَحببتَ (المسيح) لأجلها

وَشجا فؤادَك قارعاً ناقوسها

If you have loved the Messiah for her sake

And your heart is torn, striking its bell,

والرّوحِ والإِنجيلِ حلْفةَ صادقٍ

ويمين حقٍ لا يُردُّ غَموسها

By the Spirit and the Gospel, the pact of the truthful

And the oath of truth that does not go back on its word,

إِني لهجتُ بذكر (يوحَنّا) و (مر

قس) وازدهى في ناظري (جرجيسها)

I have praised the mention of John and Mark

And am dazzled, before my eyes, by her images.

وشربتُ تكريسَ (البتولِ) ويوسف

وحفظتُ ما قَدْ قاله قديسها

And I have drunk the consecration of the Virgin and Joseph

And kept what her saint has said.

هذا ولولا حبُّ دينِ محمد

(من دون كاد) لأَمَّ بي قسيسها

If not for the love of Muhammad’s religion

Without any doubt I would have become her priest.

هامتْ بها نفسي لوصفِك حسنها

حتى كأنْ موهومها محسوسها

My soul craved to describe your beauty

As if her fantasy was palpable.