وأَهيفَ قد قدَّ القُلوبَ بقدِّه

وأَهيفَ قد قدَّ القُلوبَ بقدِّه

وَما هو حَدَّي سِنانٍ ولا نَصلِ

وَما هو حَدَّي سِنانٍ ولا نَصلِ

And a slender youth has cleft hearts with his figure,

And Ah, his height hath stirred the hearts, both far and near,

Though he is neither a spearhead’s two edges nor a blade’s.

Yet spear nor blade hath he, which hearts might pierce or shear.

صلَتنا لَظى الهَيجاءِ إِن سامَنا هَوىً

صلَتنا لَظى الهَيجاءِ إِن سامَنا هَوىً

على حُبِّه صَليَ النفوسِ ولا نصلي

على حُبِّه صَليَ النفوسِ ولا نصلي

May battle’s blaze scorch us if passion bids us

Our prayers when Love inflamed, were but as flaming brands,

Burn souls for love of him, yet we fail to burn them.

Souls prayed through Love alone, nor recked of other friends.