دَمْعٌ تَنَاثَرَ عِقْدُهُ

دَمْعٌ تَنَاثَرَ عِقْدُهُ

وهَوَىً تَحكَّم عَقْدُهُ

وهَوَىً تَحكَّم عَقْدُهُ

Tears—their necklace lies scattered;

Tears scattered, their necklace undone,

And love—its knot has taken control.

While passion held its necklace fast.

يا للْهَوى مِنْ مُعْرِضٍ

يا للْهَوى مِنْ مُعْرِضٍ

يَصِلُ التَّعتُّب صَدُّهُ

يَصِلُ التَّعتُّب صَدُّهُ

O Love, save me from one who turns away,

Oh passion, what aloofness in you

Whose rejection is coupled with reproach.

That makes reproach your guardian!

لَوْلَا مُدامَةَ رِيقِهِ

لَوْلَا مُدامَةَ رِيقِهِ

مَا مَالَ سُكْراً قَدُّهُ

مَا مَالَ سُكْراً قَدُّهُ

Were it not for the wine of his saliva,

Were it not for the wine of his saliva,

His figure would not have swayed in drunkenness.

Ecstasy would not have made him drunk.

ثَغْرٌ يُبَاحُ شَهيدُهُ

ثَغْرٌ يُبَاحُ شَهيدُهُ

فَعلامُ يُحْمَى شَهْدُهُ

فَعلامُ يُحْمَى شَهْدُهُ

A mouth whose martyr is fair game—

A mouth lawful to sacrifice for,

Why, then, is its honey guarded?

So why should its honey be forbidden?

لَمْ يَكْسِني بُرْد الضَّنَا

لَمْ يَكْسِني بُرْد الضَّنَا

وَأَبيكَ إِلَّا بَرْدُهُ

وَأَبيكَ إِلَّا بَرْدُهُ

Nothing clothed me in the cloak of wasting sickness,

The cold of estrangement did not cloak me

By your father, save his coldness.

While the cold of your tears did cloak it.

إِنّي لأشْكُو في الهَوَى

إِنّي لأشْكُو في الهَوَى

مَا رَاحَ يَفْعَلُ خَدُّهُ

مَا رَاحَ يَفْعَلُ خَدُّهُ

Indeed, I complain in love

Of passion I complain -

Of what his cheek has taken to doing.

It went on doing what his cheek did.

مَا كَانَ يَعْرِفُ مَا الجَفَا

مَا كَانَ يَعْرِفُ مَا الجَفَا

حَتَّى تَفَتَّحَ وَرْدُهُ

حَتَّى تَفَتَّحَ وَرْدُهُ

It never knew what cruelty was

It did not know what rejection was

Until its rose blossomed.

Until its rose blossomed.