يَا بَانَةً مَنْ لِي بِضَمِّكْ

يَا زَهْرَةً مَنْ لِي بِشَمِّكْ

Oh maiden with embrace I yearn

Oh flower with scent I burn

يَا بِنْتَ سَيِّدَةِ النِّسَا

ءِ تَرَفَّقِي بِحَيَاةِ أُمِّكْ

Daughter of the ladies' queen

Go easy on your mother's life

مَا فِيَّ مَنْبِتُ شَعْرَةٍ

إِلَّا بِهِ أَثَرٌ لِسَهْمِكْ

In me no hair can sprout

Without bearing mark of your arrow

كَلا وَلا فِي مُهْجَتِي

مِنْ طُولِ صَدِّكِ غَيْرُ هَمِّكْ

Nay, nor in my brain

Other than your rejection and sorrow

أَصْبَحْتُ مُمْتَنِعَ الْكَرَى

لَمَّا جَفَانِي بَدْرُ تِمِّكْ

I've grown immune to wounds

When your bright moon abandoned me

إِنْ لَمْ تَجُودِي بِاللِّقَا

ءِ عَلَى الْمُحِبِّ وَلا بِلَثْمِكْ

If you don't show me affection

Or grace me with your kiss

فَتَسَامَحِي لِيَ مَرَّةً

حَتَّى أَفُوزَ بِلَثْمِ كُمِّكْ

Then pardon me just once

So I may gain the kiss I miss