1. شَرِبتُ كُؤوسَ الحُبِّ صِرفاً وَليسَ لي

    مِزَاجُ رَذاذٍ للوِصَالِ ولا طَشِّ

    I drank love’s cups neat, with no

    dash of union’s spray, nor even a splash.

  2. شُواهِدُ حُبِّي بَينَ جَفنَيَّ والحَشَا

    فَمِن عَبرَةٍ تُملِي ومن زَفرَةٍ تُنشِي

    The witnesses to my love lie between my eyelids and my heart:

    a tear dictates, and a sigh composes.

  3. شُغِفتُ بِمَحبُوبٍ أضَنُّ بِذِكرِهِ

    عَلى غَايَةِ البَلوَى فَأشفِي ولا أفشٍِي

    I became enamored of a beloved whose very name I guard jealously;

    at the utmost brink of affliction I may stand, but never divulge it.

  4. شَفائيَ فِي مَرآهُ والمَوتُ دُونَهُ

    ولا بُدَّ في الدِّرياقِ مِن خَطَرِ الرُّقشِ

    My cure lies in seeing him, though death bars the way;

    yet no antidote is won without braving the speckled snake.

  5. شَقققتُ عليهِ القَلبَ والخِلبَ والحَشا

    غَراماً ومَن لِي بَعد ذَلِكَ بالأرشِ

    For him, in passion, I laid open heart, heart’s membrane, and innermost core—

    and who, after that, will pay me blood-money?

  6. شَكَوتُ إِلَيهِ الوَجدَ فاعتضتُ صَبوَةً

    فَذَكّرني هذا أجَلُّ مِنَ الحَرشِ

    I complained to him of longing, only to receive infatuation in exchange;

    this reminded me of something graver still than rousing snakes.

  7. شِعارِي هَوَاهُ والدِّثارُ كمِثلِهِ

    فها أنا مٍِن لَدغٍ أفِرُّ إلى نَهشِ

    His love is my innermost garment, and my outer cloak is just the same;

    so here I am, fleeing a sting only to meet a mauling.

  8. شَديدٌ عَلى قلبي خُلُوٌّ مِن الهَوى

    ولا حِيلةٌ للَّوحِ في المَحوِ للنَّقشٍ

    How hard upon my heart it is to be empty of passion;

    a tablet has no means, through erasure, to escape its inscription.

  9. شَغَلتُ جَنَانِي واللِّسَانَ بذِكرِهِ

    فَلَستُ بنَاسِيهِ ولَو كُنتُ في النَّعشِ

    I have filled my heart and tongue with remembrance of him;

    I shall not forget him, even when I lie upon the bier.

  10. شَنئتُ حَياتي والحياةُ لَذيذةٌ

    إذا غابَ مَن نهوى فلا خَيرَ في العَيشِ

    I have come to loathe my life, though life is sweet:

    when the one we love is absent, there is no good in living.