يا ذا الذي جمع الفؤاد غرامهُ

يا ذا الذي جمع الفؤاد غرامهُ

فغذا بنيران الهوى يكويه

فغذا بنيران الهوى يكويه

O you whose love has gathered the heart,

O you who gathered his heart's passion

And so fed it with the fires of passion, scorching it.

And fed it with the fires of love that burn him

لو لم بكن قلبي لحبّك جامعا

لو لم بكن قلبي لحبّك جامعا

ما كان مُنعكفاً يُصلّي فيه

ما كان مُنعكفاً يُصلّي فيه

Were my heart not a mosque for your love,

Had my heart not been a vessel for your love

It would not remain in retreat, praying within it.

It would not be bent in prayer within me