وَشادن أَركبني

وَشادن أَركبني

هَواهُ طِرف الخَطَر

هَواهُ طِرف الخَطَر

And a gazelle-like youth—I was made to mount

And passion makes me ride

the steed of peril by love for him.

The edge of danger,

مُهفهفٌ مُبتهجٌ

مُهفهفٌ مُبتهجٌ

يَهزو بِضوءِ القَمَر

يَهزو بِضوءِ القَمَر

Slender-waisted and radiant,

Exultant, joyous,

he mocks the light of the moon.

Mocking by moonlight.

يَكادُ أَن يَشرَبَهُ

يَكادُ أَن يَشرَبَهُ

إِذا تَبَدى نَظَري

إِذا تَبَدى نَظَري

It almost drinks him in—

My gaze would drink it in

my gaze, whenever he appears.

Whene'er it shows itself.

أَبيت فيهِ قَلَقاً

أَبيت فيهِ قَلَقاً

عَلى فِراش السَهَر

عَلى فِراش السَهَر

I spend the night restless over him,

I spend the night restless

upon the bed of sleeplessness,

On wakefulness's bed,

كَأَن عَقلي كُرة

كَأَن عَقلي كُرة

لِصَولَجان الفكر

لِصَولَجان الفكر

as though my mind were a ball

As though my mind's a ball

for the polo mallet of thought.

For thought's snowman.