أَيَحِقُّ لي في غَيرِها الغَزلُ

وَعَلى فَمي مِن قَلبِها قُبَلُ

Is it right that others court me

When her kisses grace my lips

وَكَأَنَّني في عَينِها لَهَبٌ

بِفُؤادِها الوَلهانِ مُتَّصِلُ

And in her eyes I'm like a flame

Connected to her fiery heart

يَبدو رَماداً حينَ تَلحَظُنا

عينٌ وَحينَ تَغيبُ يَشتَعِلُ

Her eyes seem like embers when she looks at me

And when she's gone, burst into flames

يا خَيرَ مَن حَنَّت لَها مُهَجٌ

وَأَحبَّ مَن غَزَلَت لَها مُقَلُ

O best of those whose passions incline to her

And most loving of those for whom she spins verse

أَفرَغتِ عِطرَكِ في دَمي فَعَلى

شِعري عَبيرٌ مِنكِ مُنهَمِلُ

You poured your perfume into my blood

So my poetry breathes your lingering fragrance

لَولاكِ جفَّ الشِعرُ في كَبِدي

وَحييتُ لا حبٌّ وَلا أَمَلُ

Without you, poetry withers within me

And I live with no love or hope