لِلتُركِ مالي تَركُ

ما دينُ حُبِّيَ شِركُ

I have no possessions to leave to the Turks

Love’s religion allows no partners

أَخلَصتُ دينَ هَواهُمُ

فَحُبُّهُم لِيَ نُسكُ

I have devoted myself to the creed of passion

So their love to me is an act of worship

خاطَرتُ بِالنَفسِ فيهِمُ

وَمَسلَكُ العِشقِ ضَنكُ

I have risked my soul for their sake

Though the path of love is narrow

قَنِعتُ بِالوُدِّ مِنهُم

إِنَّ القَناعَةُ مُلكُ

I'm content with affection from them

For contentment itself is a kingdom

وَبي أَغَرُّ غَريرٌ

مَلامَتي فيهِ إِفكُ

And the one I love can do no wrong

Though the blame is on me when we disagree

بِحاجِبَيهِ وَعَينَي

هِ لِلمُحِبّينَ هَتكُ

His eyebrows and eyes

Are ruin to lovers like me

حَواجِبٌ وَعُيونٌ

لَها بِقَلبي فَتكُ

Eyebrows and eyes

That pierce my heart

كَالقَوسِ يُصمي وَهَذي

تَشكي المُحِبَّ وَيَشكو

He turns away, silent, while I

Complain of love, and doubt.