إِذا اشْتَدَّ ما أَلْقى جَلَسْتُ إِزاءهُ

إِذا اشْتَدَّ ما أَلْقى جَلَسْتُ إِزاءهُ

وَنارُ الهَوى قَدْ أُضْرِمَتْ بَيْنَ أَوْصالي

وَنارُ الهَوى قَدْ أُضْرِمَتْ بَيْنَ أَوْصالي

When what I endure grows severe, I sit facing him,

When my torment becomes intense, I sit facing it,

While the fire of passion has been kindled amid my limbs.

And the fire of passion burns within my bones.

أُقَبِّلُ منْ فِيهِ نَسِيمَ كَلامِهِ

أُقَبِّلُ منْ فِيهِ نَسِيمَ كَلامِهِ

إِذا مَرَّ بي صَفْحاً بِأَفْواهِ آمالي

إِذا مَرَّ بي صَفْحاً بِأَفْواهِ آمالي

I kiss the breeze of his speech from his mouth,

I kiss the breeze that bears his words to me,

When it brushes past me, with the mouths of my hopes.

When it passes gently through the mouths of my hopes.