يا مَن لِقَلبٍ دَنِفٍ مُغرَمِ

هامَ إِلى هِندٍ وَلَم يَظلِمِ

O you whose ardent heart is enamored

Of one who went to India and was not unfair

هامَ إِلى رِئمٍ هَضيمِ الحَشا

عَذبِ الثَنايا طَيِّبِ المَبسِمِ

Who went to a gazelle, slender and delicate

Sweet of smile, pure of heart

كَالشَمسِ بِالأَسعُدِ إِذ أَشرَقَت

في يَومِ دَجنٍ بارِدٍ مُقتِمِ

Like the sun in the Asad when it rose

On a cold, gloomy day

لَم أَحسَبِ الشَمسَ بِلَيلٍ بَدَت

قَبلي لِذي لَحمٍ وَلا ذي دَمِ

I did not think the sun appeared at night

Before me, neither flesh nor blood

قالَت وَقَد جَدَّ رَحيلٌ بِها

وَالعَينُ إِن تَطرِف بِها تَسجُمِ

She said, and departure had saddened her

And if the eye glanced at it, it would weep

إِن يَنسَنا المَوتُ وَيُؤذَن لَنا

نَلقَكَ إِن عُمِّرتَ بِالمَوسِمِ

If death makes us forget and allows us

To meet you again in season

إِن لَم تَحُل أَو تَكُ ذا مَيلَةٍ

يَصرُفُكَ الأَدنى عَنِ الأَقدَمِ

If you do not come or if you remain indifferent

The least will distract you from the greatest

قُلتُ لَها بَل أَنتِ مُعتَلَةٌ

في الوَصلِ يا هِندُ لِكَي تَصرُمي

I said to her, "No, you are ailing, Hind

In love, that you may pine away"