هواكم بقلبي لأحكامه نسخ

ومن أجله جفني بمدمعه يسخ

Love for you in my heart annuls its decrees.

And for its sake my eyelid pours forth tears.

ومن نشأتي ما إن صحت منه نشوتي

سواءٌ به عصر المشيب أو الشرخ

And since my birth, my intoxication with it has never worn off,

Under its sway, gray-haired age and youthful prime are alike.

عليه حياتي مذ تمادت وميتتي

وبعثي إذا بالصور يتفق النفخ

My life, for as long as it has endured, and my death belong to it,

And my resurrection, when the Trumpet is blown.

ولي خلدٌ أضحى قنيص غرامه

ولا شركٌ يدني إليه ولا فخ

And I have a heart that has become the quarry of its passion,

Yet no snare draws it there, nor any trap.

قتلت سلوى حين أحييت لوعتي

وما اجتيح بالإقرار في حالتي لطخ

I slew solace when I revived my burning anguish,

And confession has wiped away no stain in my state.

وناصح كتمي إذ زكت ببيناته

يجول عليه من دموع الأسى نضخ

And one advising me to conceal it, when it stood clear through its proofs,

Is swept over by a spray of sorrow’s tears.

وأرجو بتحقيق هواكم بأن أفي

فعهدٌ ولا نقصٌ وعقدٌ ولا فسخ

And I hope, in fulfilling my love for you, to keep faith:

Thus, a pledge without shortfall, and a bond without annulment.

وما الحب إلا ما استقل ثبوته

لمبناه رصٌّ في الجوانح أو رسخ

And love is only that whose constancy stands on its own,

Its structure firmly joined within the breast, or deeply rooted.

إذا مسلكٌ لم يستقم بطريقه

سلكت اعتدالاً مثل ما يسلك الرخ

If a course fails to run straight along its way,

I take a straight course, as the rook moves.

بدا لضميري من سناكم تلمح

فبخ لعقل لم يطر عندها بخ

A glimpse of your radiance appeared to my inner self.

So bravo to a mind that did not take wing then—bravo!

على عود ذاك اللمح مازلت نادباً

كما تندب الورق فارقها الفرخ

I have kept lamenting for the return of that glimpse,

As gray doves mourn when their chick has left them.

يدي بأياديكم وقلبي شاغل

فمن فكرتي نسجٌ ومن أنملي نسخ

My hand is engaged with your favors, and my heart is occupied;

So from my thought comes weaving, and from my fingertips, copying.