أَلا قاتَلَ اللَهُ الهَوى حَيثُ أَخلَقا

فَما إِن تَرى إِلّا مَشوباً مُمَذَّقا

Alas, may God destroy love, wherever it was created

For you see naught but trouble and bitterness from it

فَما مِن مُحِبٍّ يَستَزيدُ حَبيبَهُ

يُعاتِبُهُ في الوَدِّ إِلّا تَفَرَّقا

No lover seeks to increase his love for his beloved

Reproaching him for intimacy, but they separate

تَعَلَّقَ هَذا القَلبُ لِلحُبِّ مَعلَقا

غَزالاً تَحَلّى عِقدَ دُرٍّ وَبارَقا

This heart clung to love, hanging

A gazelle adorned with a pearl necklace and earrings

مِنَ الأُدمِ تَعطو بِالعَشِيِّ وَبِالضُحى

مِنَ الضالِ غَضّاً ناعِمَ النَبتِ مورِقا

With dark lips it gives in the evening and at dawn

Fresh, delicate vegetation from the lost one sprouting

أَلوفٌ لِأَظلالِ الكِناسِ وَلِلثِرى

إِذا ما لُعابُ الشَمسِ بِالصَيفِ أَشرَقا

Thousands for the shadows of temples and for the soil

When the radiance of summer sun glows on them