عندي جوى سحب السحائب عنوةً

عندي جوى سحب السحائب عنوةً

بسلاسلٍ للبرق ساعةَ شوقها

بسلاسلٍ للبرق ساعةَ شوقها

I harbor love’s anguish that dragged the clouds by force,

I have the aroma of clouds dragged forcibly

With chains of lightning in the hour of their longing;

With chains for lightning in its moment of yearning

وصبابةٌ جذبت حماماتِ اللوى

وصبابةٌ جذبت حماماتِ اللوى

حتى تنوح أسى بفاضل طوقها

حتى تنوح أسى بفاضل طوقها

And an ardent yearning that drew the doves of al-Liwā,

And morning dew that drew the doves of tenderness

Until they wailed in sorrow with their remaining strength.

Until they coo sadly for the excess of its halo