هفَّ لبرقٍ بِالحمى قَد هَفا

وَما اِختَفَت أَسرارُهُ مُذ خَفى

The lightning flashed with feverish heat

Its secrets since hidden knew no defeat

غَيرانُ حَتّى مِن نَسيمِ الصَبا

سَكرانُ لَكن مِن لمى أَهيَفا

Intoxicated though not with wine

But with pure honey he sipped so fine

كَالشَمسِ لَكن إِنَّما وَجهُهُ

لفَرطِ حُسنٍ فيهِ لَن يَكسِفا

His face shone bright like the sun

Too beautiful for eyes to shun

عَربدَ مِنهُ طَرفُه وَهوَ لا

يَشربُ حاشى دينه قرقفا

His lids were drunk but his drink

Was nothing but faith without sin's ink

لَكنَّ رَيّا ريقِهِ قَد سَرَت

مِنهُ لطَرفٍ قَد حَكى مُرهَفا

The graceful turn of his neck let down

A strand on his eye a loop like a crown

سَقُمتُ مِن سُقمٍ بِأَجفانِهِ

مازالَ يَعدي مدنفٌ مدنفا

Lovesick I grew from his eyelids’ strike

As he glanced again and again alike

أَسمرُ قَد هَزَّ لَنا أَسمَراً

بِنارِ خَدٍّ مِنهُ قَد ثقّفا

Dark yet he shook a darker hue

With cheek aflame lit up anew

أَثمرَ أَعلاهُ هِلالاً وَقَد

كادَ لثِقلِ الرِدفِ أَن يقصَفا

Fruit topped his stature crescent curled

Almost snapped by the hips that twirled