1. لا أنس منظرها وقد طلعت

    للعين بين خمائل الورد

    I shall not forget the sight of her as she appeared

    To the eye amid the thickets of roses;

  2. والماء يرقصه تدفقه

    والبدر أشجه تأرقه

    And the water, set dancing by its own flow,

    And the full moon, pained by its sleeplessness,

  3. والليل طفٌ شاب مفرقه

    والغصن ميادٌ وقد عبقت

    And night, a child whose hair-parting has turned gray,

    And the bough swaying, while fragrant have grown

  4. حلل النسيم بنفحة الرند

    هل تعرف الحسناء واعجبي

    The breeze's robes with a breath of laurel.

    Does the fair one know—oh, how I wonder!—

  5. لشحوب لون الورد من سبب

    وذبول فن النرجس العجب

    Any cause for the pallor of the rose's hue,

    And the withering of the narcissus's wondrous artistry,

  6. وصدودها عني وقد علمت

    أني ليطرفني قذى الصد

    And her turning away from me, though she knew

    That the mote of rejection surely pricks my eye?

  7. لون الربيع بوجنة الزهر

    والروض مشرق صفحة البشر

    Spring's hue upon the cheek of the blossoms,

    And the garden, its face radiant with joy;

  8. ويحبي يا أنفس الذخر

    برد الشتاء فهل ترى سمعت

    Alas for me, O most precious treasure!

    Winter's chill—have you, I wonder, heard

  9. عصف الهوى وتهزّم الوجد

    The gale of passion and the thunder of longing?