يا من أظل بباب داره
ويطول حبسي بانتظاره
O you at whose door I linger,
And my waiting keeps me captive so long,
وحياة وجهك واحمراره
وجمال صدغك في مداره
By your face and its blush,
And by the beauty of your temple’s curl,
لا حلت عمري عن هوا
ك ولو صليت بحر ناره
I will never turn in my lifetime from loving
You, even if I am scorched by the heat of its fire.
Sol 6