1. ليلةُ الشَّعر كالدجى مدلهمَّةْ

    فمتى يهتدي إليك ابن همَّهْ

    The night of his hair is pitch-dark as the night's gloom.

    When, then, will a son of resolve find his way to you?

  2. ضاق باعُ الخيال عن حوب ليـ

    ـلين ليقضي تسليمةً أو ضمَّهْ

    The dream-phantom's reach is too short for the travail of two ni—

    —ghts, to offer a greeting or an embrace.

  3. كم إلى كم تفلي الطيوفُ إلى

    لقياك هام الربى وظهر المهمةْ

    How long, how long, will dream-phantoms scour, seeking

    to meet you, the hilltops and the back of the trackless waste?

  4. وبروحي من لا يرى ابيضاض النـ

    ـحر منه لولا سواد اللمهْ

    And my soul for him: unseen would be the whiteness of his thro—

    —at, were it not for the blackness of his locks.

  5. راح في جفنه الكرى حمَّ للعشـ

    ـاق سحرٌ سبا القلوب وحمَّهْ

    Slumber is wine in his eyelid; destined for lov—

    —ers are a spell that captured hearts, and venom.

  6. فهوَ الغصن رنَّح الماءُ عطفيـ

    ـه وبدرُ السماء أعطيَ تمَّهْ

    He is the bough: water has set swaying both sides of—

    —him; and heaven's moon, granted its fullness.

  7. آه ما ألينَ القوامَ وما أحـ

    ـسن ذاك الجبينَ تحت اللمَّهْ

    Ah, how supple the figure, and how beauti—

    —ful that brow beneath the locks!

  8. ضلَّ قلبي بعد الهداية إذ أسـ

    ـري إليه ما بين نورٍ وظلمهْ

    My heart strayed after guidance, as I traveled

    by night toward him, between light and darkness.

  9. أنا أشقى به ويقضي لغيري

    صدقوا فالهوى حظوظ وقسمهْ

    I suffer because of him, while he fulfills another's wishes.

    They spoke truly: love is luck and destiny.

  10. ديم جفني سقى رسيمة والوجـ

    ـد جواد فليس يقطع رسمه

    The steady rains of my eyelid watered a faint trace; and long—

    —ing is generous, never cutting off its customary gift.

  11. جلَّ من صاغ قلبه الفظَّ صخراً

    وعلا من برا من الماء جسمه

    Exalted is He who fashioned his harsh heart as rock,

    and sublime is He who shaped his body from water.

  12. لا ووجهِ الرياض أبلجَ والما

    ءُ عيونٌ له فليس بأكمهْ

    Nay, by the gardens' radiant face—and wa—

    —ter is its eyes, so it is not blind from birth—

  13. ووحقّ الغصون تحت نسيمٍ

    ساحبٍ ذيله البليل وكمَّهْ

    and by the honor of the boughs beneath a breeze

    trailing its moist train and sleeve,

  14. لا دعوت الملك الممدَّح فخر الد

    دين إلاَّ لدفع كل ملمَّهْ

    I have not invoked the much-praised king, Fakhr al-

    Din, except to ward off every calamity.