وشادنٍ ليسَ يَهواني وأهواهُ

وشادنٍ ليسَ يَهواني وأهواهُ

والمُستعانُ على هجرانهِ اللهُ

والمُستعانُ على هجرانهِ اللهُ

And a young gazelle loves me not, yet I love him.

My longing does not make me weak, though it pains me,

And God is the one whose aid I seek against his desertion.

God helps me bear the agony of our parting.

فالنّحلُ يشتارُ شهداُ من مُقبّلهِ

فالنّحلُ يشتارُ شهداُ من مُقبّلهِ

والشّمسُ تقبسُ نوراً من مُحيّاهُ

والشّمسُ تقبسُ نوراً من مُحيّاهُ

So the bees gather honey from his lips.

Bees seek honey from his lips, their goal,

And the sun borrows light from his countenance.

The sun borrows light from his radiant face.