سَيِّدِي أَنْتَ إِنَّني بِكَ صَبٌّ

بَيْنَ أَيدِي الْهُمُوم والشَّوْق نَهْبُ

My master, I am ardently in love with you

Amid worries and longing I am plundered

وشَفِيعِي إِلَيْكَ أَنِّي مُحبٌ

وقَدِيماً أَحِبُّ مَنْ لاَ يُحِبُّ

My intercessor with you is that I'm a lover

And I've always loved those who don't love back

بَعَثَ الحُبُّ لي سَقاماً فَأَعْدَى

بِيَ حُزْناً مداوماً ما يَغِبُّ

Love has made me sick and thus destroyed me

With lasting sorrow that doesn't go away

لَيْس لي نَيَّةٌ أُسَلِّي بها النَّفْ

س لِمَا قَدْ رَأَى وَلاَ لِيَ قَلْبُ

I have no intention to comfort my soul

For what it saw, nor do I have a heart

ضَاعَ صَبْرِي وَأَخْلَفَتْنِي ظُنُونٌ

كاذِباتٌ يَلَذُّها مَنْ يَصَبُّ

My patience is gone and hopes betrayed me

Lies that delight those who pour out tears

غَيْرَ أنِّي أُرِحْتُ مِنْ قَوْلِ لاَحِ

هُوَ هَمٌّ عَلَى الفُؤادِ وكَرْبُ

Except I was relieved by the words of the critic

It's worry upon my heart and distress

عَذَلَ العَاذِلُونَ فِيكَ وقالُوا

ما عَلَى منْ أَحَبَّ مثلَكَ عَتْبُ

The blamers blamed you and said

No blame upon one who loved the likes of you

لكَ خَدٌّ مُوَرَّدُ اللَّوْن سَهْلٌ

وَفَمٌ طَيِّبُ الْمُجَاجَةِ عَذْبُ

You have a reddish cheek, smooth

A mouth of sweet conversation, fresh

وجَبينٌ تَلأَلأَ الحُسْنُ فيه

كهِلالٍ تكَشَّفَتْ عَنْهُ حُجْبِ

A forehead where beauty glistened

Like a new moon unveiled from its wrap

وجَفونٌ مُفَتَّراتٌ مِرَاضٌ

وحديثُ الْمُؤَنَّثِ اللَّفْظِ رَطْبُ

Fluttering, pleased eyelids

Whose feminine speech is moist

وقَوامٌ للرِّيح فيهِ احْتِكَارٌ

يَتَثَنَّى الغُصْنِ شَطْبُ

A figure wherein the breeze takes pride

Bending the branch of the willow

أَخْصَبَ الحُسْنُ في جميعكَ إلاَّ

أَنَّ حظِّي منْ كُلِّ ذَلكَ جَدْبُ

Beauty flourished in all of you

Except my share of all that is barren

لَهْفَ نفسي عَلَيْكَ لو أَنْصَفَ الْح

ب لَذَلَّ الغَداةَ لي منْكَ صَعْبُ

If love were just it would have humbled you to me this morning

Yet that was difficult from you

لا أُسَمِّيك خَيفَةً بلْ أَعدِّي

عنك طَرْفاً دُمُوعُهُ فيكَ سَكْبُ

I don't call you fickle, rather I avert

My teary eye from you as it pours out

وعَدَدْتَ الْهَوَى عَلَيَّ ذُنوباً

إِنْ يَكُنْ ذَا فَحُسْنُ وجهك ذَنْبُ

You counted love for me as sins

If so, then the beauty of your face is the sin

أيمر الزمان صَفْحاً عَلَيْنا

لَمْ يُنَلْ طائلٌ ولم يُقْضَ نَحْبُ

Will time order pardoning between us?

No use has been attained, no weeping fulfilled

ظَلَمَتْنِي كظُلْمِكَ السِّنُّ حَتَّى

شَابَ رَأْسِي ودَعْوَةُ الشَّيْبِ سَبُّ

You wronged me like your wronging gray hair

Until my head grayed and the call to white hair a cause

سَلَبَتْني ثَوْبَ الشَّباب الثَّلاَثُو

نَ وللشَّيْب بَعْدَ ذَلِكَ سَلْبُ

Thirty took from me the garb of youth

And after that white hair had the spoils

وأحالَتْ دُهْمَاً عَلَى الرَّأْسِ شُهْباً

لَيْسَ يَجِزي بِخَيْلِهِ اللَّهْوِ شُهْب

It brought anxiety to my head in the form of gray hair

Not recompensed by the steeds of vanity and gray hair

إِنْ يَكُنْ سَارَ عَامداً لِدِمَشْقٍ

وطَوانِي كَمَا طَوَى الشَّمْسَ غَرْب

If he traveled intentionally to Damascus

And folded up like the setting sun in the west

فهوَ للْقَلْب حيثُ ما مال ذِكْرٌ

وهُوَ للطَّرْف حيثُ ما دار نُصْبُ

Then for my heart wherever his mention turned

And for my eye wherever its goal inclined

حُسْنُ رَأْيِ الْوَزِيرِ عَوَّض فيه

فَهُو للْجُودِ الْمَكارمِ رَبُّ

The good opinion of the minister replaced him

Thus he is for generosity and noble deeds the lord