1. رَسمَ الحبيبِ الأوَّلِ

    دعني لحسنِكَ أجتلي

    O portrait of the first beloved,

    let me behold your beauty

  2. بنواظرٍ مقروحةٍ

    بالنوم لم تتكحَّلِ

    with wounded eyes,

    not lined with the kohl of sleep.

  3. دعها تعبُّ سناكَ فه

    يَ شقيةٌ لم تنهلِ

    Let them drink deep of your radiance, for

    they are wretched and have not drunk their fill.

  4. بالصبر بالآلامِ هل

    حملتكَ إلا أنملي

    With patience, with suffering—have

    any but my fingertips carried you?

  5. إني أغارُ من الظلا

    مِ وأنتما في معزلِ

    I am jealous of the darkness

    when the two of you are in seclusion.

  6. وأقول كُن بينَ الضلو

    عِ وفي الجوانح فانزلِ

    And I say: Be among my ribs,

    and come dwell within my breast.

  7. فهناكَ قلبٌ لم يخن

    عهداً ولم يتبدلِ

    For there is a heart that has not betrayed

    a pledge, nor changed.

  8. يلقَى ضياءَك بالسجو

    دِ كعابدٍ في هيكلِ

    It greets your light in prostration,

    like a worshipper in a temple.

  9. يا رسمُ من أعطَى الهوى

    مفتاح قلبي المقفلِ

    O portrait, who gave love

    the key to my locked heart?

  10. في حبه فَنِيَ الصبا

    وشبابُ أيامي جَلِي

    In loving him, my early youth perished,

    and the youth of my days was plain to see.

  11. يا ويحَ ما ضيَّعتُ في

    هِ من قليلٍ مخجلِ

    Alas for what I squandered on

    him—so shamefully little!

  12. ماضيَّ ضاعَ ولو قدر

    تُ لجدتُ بالمستقبلِ

    My past is lost, and if I could,

    I would give generously of the future.

  13. يا رسمُ كم مِن ليلةٍ

    أبكي وأستبكيك لي

    O portrait, how many a night

    I weep and ask you to weep for me!

  14. قل هل تركتُك مرةً

    بالدمعِ غير مبلّلِ

    Tell me, have I ever left you

    unmoistened by tears?

  15. حتى رجعتَ مخادِعاًَ

    ومضيتَ جدَّ مضلَّلِ

    Until you turned deceitful,

    and you went on utterly misled.

  16. أرنو لدمعي بادياً

    في وجهِكَ المتهللِ

    I gaze at my tears appearing

    upon your beaming face,

  17. فأخال عينَكَ هزَّها

    شكوى الغريبِ المهمَلِ

    and imagine that your eye was stirred

    by the neglected stranger's lament,

  18. فبكت وتلكَ دموعها

    هذي تسيلُ وذي تلي

    so it wept, and those are its tears:

    this one flows, and that one follows.

  19. يا رسم كم معنى

    حملتَ لناظرِ المتأملِ

    O portrait, how many meanings

    you have borne for the contemplative eye!

  20. تلك الشفاهُ الحانيا

    تُ على أرَقِّ مقبّلِ

    Those lips that bend

    over the tenderest place to kiss—

  21. عمَّ ابتسمنَ إِذ انفرج

    نَ أعَن عتابٍ مرسلِ

    what did their smile reveal as they parted—

    was it a reproach sent forth,

  22. أم عن قساوةِ هاجرٍ

    في الناعِمينَ مدلّلِ

    or the cruelty of one who forsakes,

    pampered among those who live in ease?

  23. تلك العيونُ الراميا

    تُ سهامَهُنَّ بمقتلي

    Those eyes that shoot

    their arrows at my vital spot—

  24. كم هِجنَ أشجانَ الشجي

    يِ ونلنَ من قلبِ الخلي

    how often they have stirred the sorrowful one's griefs

    and assailed the heart of the carefree!