قامَ بِقَلبي وَقَعَد

ظَبيٌ نَفى عَنِّي الجَلَدْ

He stood in my heart and sat down

A gazelle who took from me composure

يا صاحِبَ القَصرِ الَّذي

أَرَّقَ عَيني وَرَقَدْ

O owner of the palace who

Kept my eyes awake and went to sleep

وَاِ عَطَشي إِلى فَمٍ

يَمُجُّ خَمراً مِن بَرَدْ

Oh my thirst for a mouth

That pours frothy wine like ice