يا سقى عَهدي وَسُكّان الغَضا

وَزَماناً بِالتَصابي قَد مَضى

O you who tended to my covenant and the dwellers of meadows,

And a time of separation that has passed.

فَاِنظُروا فيَّ تَصاريف القَضا

كلَّما قُلت الهَوى مِنّي اِنقَضى

Look upon me, turns of fate,

Whenever I said passion left me, it increased -

زادَ في حُلو المَعاني شَجني

وَيح قَلبي مِن تَباريح الجَوى

Adding sweetness to meanings, my longing grew.

Woe my heart from pains of love!

وَمِن الوَجد بِبانات اللوى

أَنا صَبٌّ دَأبه رَفض السوى

And from ardor in the abodes of passion,

I am one whose habit is to reject parity.

فَاِشهدوا أَنّي يَزيديُّ الهَوى

غَير أَنّي عَبد حُبّ الحسنِ

So witness that my passion is abundant,

Except that I am a slave of love for the beautiful.