شوقي إليك عواصفٌ تجتاحني

‏فتثير منّي العين والخفّاقا

My longing for you is storms that sweep over me,

and so stir my eye and my beating heart.

ماذنبُ مشتاقٍ أضرّ به النوى

‏لمّا رآك الآس والترياقا

What is the fault of one who longs, whom separation has harmed,

when he saw you as the myrtle and the antidote?

أقبلْ فإنّي ما شكوتكَ لائماً

‏لكن لتملأَ غيهبي إشراقا

Come, for I have not complained of you in blame,

but so that you may fill my darkness with radiance.