طَرَقَ الخَيَالُ فَمَرحَباً أَلفَاً

بِالشَّاغِفَاتِ قُلُوبِنَا شَغفَا

Imagination knocked, so a thousand welcomes

To the passions of our hearts that are impassioned

وَلَقَد يَقُولُ لِيَ الطَبِيبُ وَما

نَبَّأتُهُ مِن شَأنِنَا حَرفَا

Indeed the doctor says to me, though

I have not told him anything of our affair

إِنَّي لأَحسَبُ أَنَّ دَاءَكَ ذا

مِن ذِي دَمَالِجَ يَخضِبُ الكَفَّا

I reckon your illness is from one

With rosy fingers that dyes the palm

إِنِّي أَنَا الوَضَّاحُ إِن تَصِلي

أُحسِن بِكِ التشبِيبَ وَالوَصفَا

I am Al-Waddah, if you meet me

I will eulogize you well with description

شَطَّت فَشَفَّ القَلبَ ذِكرُكَها

وَدَنَت فَمَا بَذَلَت لَنا عُرفَا

Your mention has healed and quenched my heart

And come close, but has not shown us any intimacy