لقد نَطَقَتْ بالوجدِ منكَ مدامعٌ

لقد نَطَقَتْ بالوجدِ منكَ مدامعٌ

وهَبْتَ زَماناً حُسْنَها لسُرورِها

وهَبْتَ زَماناً حُسْنَها لسُرورِها

Indeed, tears have spoken of longing because of you.

Tears of passion have spoken from you,

For a time, you bestowed their beauty upon their joy.

And you granted a time its beauty for its joy.

أبَتْ زفراتٌ تَستَحِمُ خُيولَها

أبَتْ زفراتٌ تَستَحِمُ خُيولَها

يدُ الشّوقِ إلاّ مسّةً في ظُهورِها

يدُ الشّوقِ إلاّ مسّةً في ظُهورِها

Sighs refused—their steeds bathed by

Sighs refused except to bathe their horses

The hand of longing—anything but a touch upon their backs.

The hand of longing only a touch on their backs.