أَفْقَدَ جَفْنِي لَذِيذَ الوَسَنْ

أَفْقَدَ جَفْنِي لَذِيذَ الوَسَنْ

مَنْ لَمْ أَزَلْ فِيهِ خَلِيعَ الرَّسَنْ

مَنْ لَمْ أَزَلْ فِيهِ خَلِيعَ الرَّسَنْ

He has robbed my eyelid of sweet slumber—

the one for whom I have always been unbridled.

عِذَارُهُ الْمِسْكِيُّ فِي خَدِّهِ

عِذَارُهُ الْمِسْكِيُّ فِي خَدِّهِ

أَنْبَتهُ اللَّهُ النَّبات الحَسَنْ

أَنْبَتهُ اللَّهُ النَّبات الحَسَنْ

His musk-like down upon his cheek—

God has made it grow beautifully.