1. قَمَرٌ يَجْلُو دُجَى الغَلَسِ

    بَهَرَ الأَبْصَارَ مُذْ ظَهَرا

    A moon that dispels the darkness before dawn,

    He has dazzled eyes ever since he appeared.

  2. آمِنٌ مِنْ شُبْهَةِ الكَلَفِ

    ذُبتُ فِي حِبَّيْهِ بِالكَلَفِ

    Free from any hint of dark spots,

    I melted with passion for his two beloveds.

  3. لَمْ يَزَلْ يَسْعَى إلى تَلَفِي

    برِكَابِ الدّلِّ وَالصّلْفِ

    He keeps striving toward my ruin,

    Astride the mounts of coquetry and arrogance.

  4. آه لَوْلا أَعْيُنُ الحَرَسِ

    نِلْتُ مِنْهُ الوَصْلَ مُقْتَدِرَا

    Ah, were it not for the guards' eyes,

    I would have won union with him, in full command.

  5. يَا أَمِيراً جَارَ مُذْ وَلِيا

    كَيْفَ لا تَرْثِي لِمَنْ بُليا

    O prince, unjust ever since he took power,

    How can you not pity one afflicted?

  6. فَبِثغرٍ مِنْكَ لِي جُلِيا

    قَدْ حَلا طَعْماً وَقَدْ حَلِيا

    So by your mouth, revealed to me,

    Sweet to taste and lovely to behold,

  7. وَبِمَا أُوتِيتَ مِنْ كَيَسٍ

    جُدْ فَمَا أَبْقَيْتَ مُصْطَبِرا

    And by the discernment you have been granted,

    Be generous, for you have left no one able to endure.

  8. لَكَ خَدّ يَا أَبَا الفَرَجِ

    زُيِّنَ بِالتَّوْرِيدِ وَالضَّرَجِ

    You have a cheek, O Abu al-Faraj,

    Adorned with rose-red color and crimson,

  9. وَحَدِيثٍ عَاطِرِ الأَرَجِ

    كَمْ سَبَى قَلْبِي بِلا حَرَجِ

    And speech of fragrant scent—

    How often it has captured my heart without scruple!

  10. لَوْ رَآكَ الغُصْنُ لَمْ يَمِسِ

    أَوْ رَآكَ البَدْرُ لاسْتَتَرا

    Had the bough seen you, it would not have swayed,

    Or had the full moon seen you, it would have hidden itself.

  11. بَدْرُ تَمٍّ في الجَمَالِ سَنِي

    وَلِهَذَا لَقَّبُوهُ سَنِي

    A full moon, radiant in beauty,

    And so they nicknamed him Sani.

  12. بِمُحَيَّا بَاهِرٍ حَسَنِ

    قَدْ سَبَانِي لَذَّةَ الوَسَنِ

    With a dazzling, lovely face,

    He has robbed me of the pleasure of slumber.

  13. هُوَ خَشْفِي وَهْوَ مُفْتَرِسِي

    فَاروِ عَنْ أُعْجُوبَتِي خَبرا

    He is my fawn, yet he preys upon me;

    So relate a tale of my marvel.

  14. فُقْتَ فِي الحُسْنِ البُدُورَ مَدا

    يَا مُذِيباً مُهْجَتِي كَمَدا

    You have far surpassed the full moons in beauty,

    O you who melt my lifeblood with grief,

  15. هَلْ تُرِيني لِلْجَفَا أَمَدَا

    عَجباً أَنْ تُبْرِئ الرَّمَدَا

    Will you show me an end to estrangement?

    How strange that you cure sore eyes,

  16. وَبِسُقْمِ النّاظِرِينَ كُسِي

    جَفْنُكَ السَّحَّارُ فَانْكَسَرَا

    Yet in the beholders' sickness was clothed

    Your bewitching eyelid, and so it drooped.