رُوحي الفِداءُ لبَدْرٍ لاحَ مُبْتَسِماً

رُوحي الفِداءُ لبَدْرٍ لاحَ مُبْتَسِماً

في ثَغرِهِ الحاليانِ الخَمْرُ والعَسَلُ

في ثَغرِهِ الحاليانِ الخَمْرُ والعَسَلُ

My soul is ransom for a full moon that appeared smiling.

My soul is ransom for a full moon that rose smiling,

In his mouth are the two sweet things: wine and honey.

In his sweet mouth is wine and honey.

يَبدو فَيَجرَحُني طَوراً وَيَقتُلُني

يَبدو فَيَجرَحُني طَوراً وَيَقتُلُني

مِن ذاتِهِ الفاتِكان البيضُ والأسَلُ

مِن ذاتِهِ الفاتِكان البيضُ والأسَلُ

He appears, and at times I am wounded and slain

He appears and wounds me at times and kills me,

By his person's two deadly weapons: gleaming swords and spears.

With his deadly whiteness and smoothness.

وَيَنْثَني مايِساً تيهاً فيَطْعَنُني

وَيَنْثَني مايِساً تيهاً فيَطْعَنُني

مِن قَدِّهِ الليّنان العَطفُ وَالميلُ

مِن قَدِّهِ الليّنان العَطفُ وَالميلُ

And he bends, swaying proudly, and then I am pierced

And he bends, staggering, confused, so he pierces me,

By his figure's two supple motions: bending and swaying.

With his soft, supple neck and inclination.

أَبيتُ سَهرانَ طولَ اللّيلِ يُقلِقُني

أَبيتُ سَهرانَ طولَ اللّيلِ يُقلِقُني

مِنْ هَجرِهِ المضنِيانِ الفِكرُ والأمَلُ

مِنْ هَجرِهِ المضنِيانِ الفِكرُ والأمَلُ

I lie awake the whole night, troubled

I stayed up all night, restless, worrying,

By the two exhausting things his abandonment brings: thought and hope.

From his painful estrangement, my thoughts and hopes.

وَأَنْحَلَ الجِسمَ مِنّي عِندَ جَفوَتِهِ

وَأَنْحَلَ الجِسمَ مِنّي عِندَ جَفوَتِهِ

مِن ذاتِه المُنْحلانِ الخَصرُ والكفَلُ

مِن ذاتِه المُنْحلانِ الخَصرُ والكفَلُ

And when he treated me coldly, my body was wasted away

And my body melted away from me by his aloofness,

By his body's two causes of wasting: his waist and buttocks.

From his melting waist and shoulders.

وَلانَ لي حينَ أَبكي في مَحَبَّتهِ

وَلانَ لي حينَ أَبكي في مَحَبَّتهِ

مِنَ الجَفا القاسِيانِ الصخْرُ والجَبَلُ

مِنَ الجَفا القاسِيانِ الصخْرُ والجَبَلُ

And when I weep for love of him, they soften toward me—

He had no mercy on me when I cried from his abandonment,

The two hard things, despite their harshness: rock and mountain.

With his harsh, stony heart and mountainous ego.

وَطابَ لي بِالهَوى وَالحبُّ يَلعَبُ بي

وَطابَ لي بِالهَوى وَالحبُّ يَلعَبُ بي

في عِشقِهِ القاتِلانِ اللَّومُ والعذلُ

في عِشقِهِ القاتِلانِ اللَّومُ والعذلُ

And through passion, while love plays with me, I have come to relish

And for me, love and passion played with me,

The two killers in my love for him: reproach and censure.

In his deadly blame and reproach.

وَقَدْ حَلا بِنِظامي الدُّرُّ مُنسَبِكاً

وَقَدْ حَلا بِنِظامي الدُّرُّ مُنسَبِكاً

في حُسْنهِ الأعْذَبانِ المَدحُ والغزَلُ

في حُسْنهِ الأعْذَبانِ المَدحُ والغزَلُ

And pearls have grown sweet, cast together in my verse—

And prose adorned with rhyme shined through my writings,

Concerning his beauty: the two sweetest things, praise and love poetry.

In his most sweet praise and amorous verse.

فَلا وعَينَيْهِ لا أهْوى سِواهُ ولَوْ

فَلا وعَينَيْهِ لا أهْوى سِواهُ ولَوْ

أصابَني المُتعِبان العِيُّ والمَلَلُ

أصابَني المُتعِبان العِيُّ والمَلَلُ

No, by his eyes, I love none but him, even if

By his eyes I swear, I love no other but him, even if

The two wearying things afflict me: faltering speech and boredom.

I'm struck by the two troubles, blindness and boredom.