1. عهدي بأيامي على النيْرَبيْنْ

    تندى وعيشي في ألذّ اقتبالْ

    I remember my days at al-Nayrabayn,

    glistening with dew, my life in its sweetest prime.

  2. يا طيبَ ما غنّت على الواديْين

    وِرْقُ الحمى ما بين تلك الظِلالْ

    How sweet the singing over the two valleys

    of the sanctuary’s gray doves amid those shades!

  3. بالله يا عيش الصبا هل تعودْ

    لمُدنَفِ القلب حليفِ السُهادْ

    By God, O life of youth, will you return

    to one sick at heart, a companion of sleeplessness?

  4. يا شدَّ ما طالت ليالي الصدود

    والشوق قد أورى بقلبي زنادْ

    O, how terribly long the nights of rejection have grown!

    And longing has struck sparks from flint in my heart.

  5. كم ينطقُ العودَ وتلك العهودْ

    ولَّت بأَنْسِي مَعْ لذيدِ الرُّقادْ

    How often it makes the lute speak, while those days

    have gone, taking my joy and sweet slumber with them.

  6. يا للهوى من ساحر المقلتينْ

    أبقى بقلبي طيب تلك الليالْ

    Ah, the love inspired by one whose two eyes enchant,

    who left the sweetness of those nights in my heart!

  7. لمَّا بدا يخطر في حلتينْ

    ويلي على رقِة تلك الخلالْ

    When he appeared, walking gracefully in two robes,

    woe to me at the delicacy of those graces!

  8. ما كان اهنا وصلنا لو يدومْ

    رقَّتْ حواشينا وطابَ الندامْ

    How blissful our union was—if only it would last!

    Our dispositions grew gentle, and the boon companions were delightful;

  9. أو جمعتنا في المنام الحلوم

    وما على العاشق أن لا ينام

    or dreams brought us together in sleep.

    And what blame rests on the lover for not sleeping?

  10. قم سيدي نغتال من ذي الهموم

    ونعتلي في الحبِ خيلَ الغرامْ

    Rise, my lord; let us slay some of these cares,

    and mount, in love, the steeds of passion.

  11. ونذَّكر آثارها بَعْدَ عَيْنْ

    وإِنّما اللذاتُ مثلُ الخيالْ

    And recall their traces after their very presence has vanished;

    and pleasures are but like a phantom.

  12. فما ترى نحظى من الراحتْينْ

    باليأس أو بالوصلِ من ذا الجمالْ

    So which of the two comforts do you think we shall gain:

    through giving up hope, or through union with this beauty?