صَدرَ الحَبيبُ فَهاجَني صَدرُه

إِنّي كَذاكَ تَشوقُني ذِكرُه

The beloved's chest inspired me, his chest,

Indeed, I yearn for him likewise, his mention,

إِنَّ المُحِبَّ إِذا تَخالَجَهُ

شَوقٌ كَذاكَ الهَمُّ يَحتَضِرُه

When a lover is gripped with longing like that,

Worry thus takes hold of him,

وَنَظَرتُ نَظرَةَ عاشِقٍ دَنِفٍ

بادي الصَبابَةِ عازِمٍ نَظَرُه

And I looked with the gaze of a timid lover,

Whose youth is evident, intent is his gaze,

فَرَأَيتُ رِئماً في مَجاسِدِها

وَسطَ الحَدائِقِ مُشرِقاً بَشَرُه

So I saw a herd amidst its resting place,

And amidst gardens, radiant is their beauty,

أَقبَلتُ أَطمَعُ أَن أَزورَهُمُ

إِنّي قَديمُ الشَوقِ مُنتَشِرُه

I approached, hoping to visit them,

Long has my longing spread within me,

فَلَقَيتُها وَالعَينُ آمِنَةٌ

وَاللَيلُ داجٍ مُسفِرٌ قَمَرُه

And I met them while the eye was at peace,

And the night was pitch-black, radiant its moon,

في مَوكِبٍ لاقَ الجَمالُ بِهِ

كَالغَيثِ لاطَ بِنَبتِهِ زَهَرُه

In a procession, beauty met with it,

Like rain which poured on its plants, blossomed its flowers.