أَصبَحَ القَلبُ مَريضاً

راجَعَ الحُبَّ غَريضا

The heart grew sick

Love returned feverish

وَأَجَدَّ الشَوقَ وَهناً

إِذ رَأى بَرقاً وَميضا

And longing grew frail

When it saw a fleeting flash

ثُمَّ باتَ الرَكبُ نُوّا

ماً وَلَم يَطعَم غُموضا

Then the caravan spent the night thirsty

And tasted no sweetness

ذاكَ مِن هِندٍ قَديماً

وَدَّعَ القَلبَ مَهيضا

That was long ago in India

When the heart bid farewell distressed

إِذ تَبَدَّت لي فَأَبدَت

واضِحَ اللَونِ نَحيضا

When she appeared before me and displayed

Clearly her rosy complexion

وَعِذابَ الطَعمِ غُرّا

كَأَقاحي الرَملِ بيضا

And the agony of her flavor was bitter

Like the white sand dunes

أَرسَلَت سِرّاً إِلَينا

وَثَنَت رَجعاً خَفيضا

She secretly sent word to us

And quickly turned away furtive

أَن تَلَبَّث لي إِلى أَن

نَلبَسَ اللَيلَ العَريضا

To meet with me until

The dark night dressed in its width

وَكَأَنَّ الشَهدَ وَالإِس

فِنطَ وَالماءَ الفَضيضا

As if the honey and the sweet

Were blended with the fresh water

باشَرَ الأَنيابَ مِنها

بَعدَما ذُقتَ غُموضا

It started gnawing on it

After you’d tasted bitterness