1. من كلِّ جَفنٍ بين عَيني بَين

    وإنَّما تَسهرُ عَينٌ لِعَين

    Parting from every eyelid stands before my eyes,

    And an eye keeps vigil only for an eye.

  2. أيامُ هَجرٍ ولَيالي نَوىً

    مُقَدَّراتٌ كلُّ حِينٍ لِحَين

    Days of estrangement and nights of separation,

    Decreed—every moment destined for doom.

  3. وقَد ثَوى بَينَ الأسَى والجَوى

    قَلبي فَما يَصنعُ ذا بَينَ ذَين

    And between sorrow and burning anguish has dwelt

    My heart—what can this one do between those two?

  4. واتَّهمُوا عَينَكَ في سِحرِها

    ولم تَزل عَيناكَ مَتهُومَتَين

    And they accused your eye of its sorcery,

    And your two eyes have never ceased to stand accused.

  5. إذا رَمَتني بِهما مُقلَتي

    فمَن يَكونُ السَّاحِر المُقلَتَين

    When my eye shoots me with those two,

    Who, then, is it that enchants the two eyes?

  6. فَاسقِ كَما تَشرَبُ وَردِيَّةً

    تُنقَلُ من كأسٍ إلى وَجنَتَين

    So pour, as you drink, a rose-colored wine,

    Carried from a cup to two cheeks.

  7. كأنَّما إذ أصبَحَت فِيهما

    مُخَضرَمٌ قد شَهِدَ الملَّتَين

    As though, when it came to dwell in them, it were

    A man of two eras who had witnessed both faiths.

  8. في سَنةٍ لاحَت تباشِيرُها

    فابتَكرَ الغَيثُ وجادَ الحُسَين

    In a year whose glad signs appeared,

    Rain came early, and al-Husayn gave freely.

  9. وأيُّ خُلفٍ بَينَنا بعدَ ما

    وافقَ صَوبُ الغَيثِ صَوب اليَدَين

    And what discord can there be between us, now that

    The rain's downpour has matched the downpour of both hands?

  10. فلتَخلع الأيَّام عَنِّي فَكَم

    أرفلُ في أثوابِ عُدمٍ وَدَين

    So let the days strip them from me—for how often

    I strut in robes of poverty and debt!

  11. حالانِ إن وقَّعت لي حالةً

    فرُبَّ خَطٍّ دفع الخُطَّتَين

    Two conditions—if you endorse my case,

    For many a pen-stroke has dispelled both plights.

  12. وراعَهم أن لم يَرَوا قَبلَها

    يَراعَة في يَدِ ذي لِبدَتَين

    And it startled them that, before it, they had never seen

    A reed pen in the hand of one with twin mane-tufts,

  13. مِن قَصَباتِ الخَطِّ فتَّاكَةٍ

    في قَصَباتِ الخطِّ غَرسِ اليَدَين

    One of writing's reeds, deadly

    Among al-Khatt's spear-reeds, planted by both hands.

  14. كلُّ مكانٍ مِن نَداها نَدىً

    عَمَّ فَما يُسألُ عَنهُ بِأَين

    Every place has dew from its bounty;

    It has spread everywhere, so no one asks of it, 'Where?'