1. عَميدٌ أُصيبَ عَن عَمدِ

    وَأَغرَت بِهِ الهَوى غُرَّه

    A love-stricken man, struck deliberately,

    whom love’s delusions lured to her—

  2. مِن هَيفا صادَت قُلوبَ الصيد

    لَم تَترُك لِمَن سَلا عُذرَه

    a slender beauty who hunted the hearts of the proud.

    She left no excuse to anyone who recovered.

  3. مُحَيّا قَد لاحَ لِلزَهرِ

    عَن لَحظٍ مَبهوت

    A countenance flashed before the flowers,

    beneath a dumbfounded gaze.

  4. خَطَّ الحُسنُ مِنهُ في سَطرِ

    جَواباً لِكُلِّ تَعنيت

    From it Beauty penned, in a single line,

    an answer to every difficult demand.

  5. أَوفى في الجَمالِ وَفي السِحرِ

    عَلى يوسُفٍ وَهاروت

    In beauty and in sorcery, it surpassed

    Joseph and Hārūt.

  6. يُهدي غُنجُ لَحظِهِ المُردي

    حِماماً يُباحُ مِن نَظرَه

    The fatal coquetry of that glance bestows

    a death made lawful by a single look.

  7. وَيُهدي مِن خَدِّهِ التَوريد

    عَقيقاً يُصاغُ مِن دُرَّه

    And the rose-bloom of her cheeks bestows

    carnelian fashioned from their pearls.

  8. فَتاةٌ مِسواكُها يَشهَد

    بِشَهدٍ لَم يَدرِهِ الرَشفُ

    A maiden whose tooth-stick bears witness

    to honey her mouth has never known.

  9. أَرى وَردَ خَدِّها وَرَّد

    دُموعي فَهيَ دَمٌ صِرفُ

    I see the rose of her cheek has dyed

    my tears rose-red: they are pure blood.

  10. صِفاتٌ حَظُّ الشَجي المُكَمَّد

    مِنهُنَّ الغَرامُ وَالوَصفُ

    Qualities whose portion for the sorrowing, tormented lover

    is passion and portrayal,

  11. وَبَردُ الغَليلِ في البَردِ

    مَيّادٌ تَجني المُنى زَهرَه

    and burning thirst assuaged by coolness.

    A swaying beauty, plucking the blossom of desires;

  12. وَجيدٌ يُغني عَنِ التَقليد

    كَجيدِ الغَزالِ في وَجرَه

    a neck that has no need of necklaces,

    like a gazelle’s neck within its lair.

  13. دَمي في حُكمِ الهَوى طُلّا

    بِقَدٍّ كَالغُصنِ إِذ طَلّا

    By passion’s judgment, my blood goes unavenged,

    for a stature like a branch when dew-clad.

  14. وَبِهِ خافِقُ الحَشا حَلّا

    وَعَن وِردِ وَصلِهِ حَلّا

    There the fluttering heart alighted,

    then left the watering-place of union.

  15. حَمَتني صَفِيَّةُالوَصلا

    بِنَفسي نارَ الأَسى تَصلى

    The chosen one denied me union;

    within my soul the fire of sorrow blazes.

  16. مَهاةٌ جارَت عَلى الأُسدِ

    بِعَضبٍ مَضاؤُهُ الفَترَه

    An oryx who tyrannized lions

    with a sword whose keen edge is languor,

  17. وَغُصنٍ غَضِّ الجَنى أُملود

    أَطاعَت سُمرُ القَنا أَمرَه

    and a tender-fruited, supple branch

    whose command the tawny spears obeyed.

  18. فَجَعتَ الرَقيبَ وَالعاذِل

    حَتّى قَد رَحَمتُ عُذّالي

    You brought grief upon watcher and censor,

    until I came to pity those who blamed me:

  19. صَدرُ مَن فُؤادُهُ عاطِل

    وَخَدُّ مَن بِدَمعِهِ حالي

    a breast bereft of its heart,

    and the cheek of one adorned with his tears.

  20. سُؤالي وَقفٌ عَلى باخِل

    وَحُبّي وَقفٌ عَلى سالي

    My pleading is a waqf assigned to a miser;

    my love, a waqf assigned to one grown indifferent.

  21. لَو نالَ الصَبا لَظى وَجدي

    لَعادَت أَنفاسُها زَفرَه

    If the east wind touched the blaze of my passion,

    its breaths would turn to sighs;

  22. أَوِ الوُرقَ ما بَكَت تَغريد

    بَل فاضَت آماقُها عَبرَه

    nor would the gray doves have wept in song,

    rather, their eyes would overflow with my tears.

  23. جَنَيتُ الحِمامَ مِن غَرسِ

    أَلحاظي في رَوضِ مَرآها

    I harvested death from the planting of

    my glances in the garden of beholding her.

  24. بِنَفسي وَأَينَ لي نَفسي

    زَواها عَنّي مُفَدّاها

    By my soul!—yet where is my soul?

    She whom it would ransom has taken it from me.

  25. مَهاةٌ تَقولُ لِلشَمسِ

    إِذا واجَهَت مُحَيّاها

    An oryx says to the sun,

    when it confronts her countenance:

  26. تَحكي مِنَ السَما خَدّي

    يا ختي اِش ذا الحَسَد وَذا القُدرَه

    “From the sky you imitate my cheek.

    Sister, what is this envy—and what is this power?

  27. تَوَفّي ما عَلَيكِ بِجيدِ اِن جيد

    تَراهُ الشُموس بِعَين حَسرَه

    Discharge what you owe with a neck—if a neck

    the suns behold with longing eyes.”