عَلَيْكَ حَمَامَاتُ الأَرَاكِ تَنُوحُ
وَبِاسْمِكَ أَنْفَاسُ العَبِيرِ تَفُوحَ
For you the doves of the arak trees lament,
And in your name the breaths of perfume waft.
فَهَلْ حُدِّثَتْ عَنْكَ الرِّيَاضُ فإِنَّنِي
أَرىَ البِشْرَ فيِ وَجْهِ الرِّيَاضِ يَلُوحُ
Have the gardens, then, been told of you? For I
see gladness gleaming in the face of the gardens.
تُذِيعُ دُمُوعِي سِرَّ وَجْدِي كَأَنَّهَا
لِنَصِّ أَحَادِيثَ الغَرَامِ شُروُحُ
My tears reveal the secret of my passion, as though they
were commentaries on the text of love's tales.
وَلَوْلاَكَ ما هَبَّ النَّسِيمُ مُعَطَّراً
وَلاَ رَاحَ نَشْرُ المِسْكِ مِنْهُ يَفُوحُ
And but for you, the breeze would not have blown perfumed,
nor would the scent of musk have begun to waft from it.
Sol 6.1