ونبه شَوقي بَعدَما كُنت نائِما

هتوف الضُحى مَشغوفَة بِالتَرنم

And Shauqi was awoken after I had been asleep

By the warbling of the dawn, yearning and humming

محلاة طوق كانَ من غَير شرية

بِمال وَلَم تُغرَم لَهُ جعل دِرهم

An innocent necklace that came without evil

For money and was not mortgaged for a few dirhams

اِموتُ لِمَبكاها اسى ان لَوعَتي

وَوجدي بِسُعدى شَجوه غير منجم

I die from her weeping, miserable that my agony

And ecstasy found in my joy pitiful lyrics

بَكت شجوها تحتَ الدجى فَتَساجَمت

اِلَيها غُروب الدَمع في كُل مسجم

She wept her agony under the darkness so the

Trickling tears converged onto her every temple

فَلَو قَبلَ مَبكاها بَكيت صَبابَة

بِسُعدى شَفيت النَفسَ قَبل التَندم

Had I met her weeping I would’ve cried youthfully

In my joy healed my soul before regret

وَلكِن بَكت قَبلي فَهيجَ لي البكا

بَكاها فَقُلت الفَضل لِلمتندم

But she cried before me so her weeping roused

My weeping, so I said virtue is for the regretful