أَخْجَلْتَ بِالثَّغْرِ ثَنَايَا الأَقَاحْ

يَا طُرَّةَ الَّليْلِ وَوَجْهَ الصَّبَاحْ

You have shamed the buds with your lips,

O face of the night and dawn.

وَأَعْجَمَتْ أَعْيُنُكَ السِّحْرَ مُذْ

أَعْرَبْتَ مِنْهُنَّ الصِّفَاتِ الصِّحَاحْ

And your eyes have cast a spell,

Uttering from them pure words.

فَيا لَهَا سُودٌ مِرَاضٌ غَدَتْ

نَسُلُّ لِلْعُشْاقِ بِيضَ الصَّباحْ

So for it is the darkest of complexions

That descended for lovers at dawn.

يِا لِلْهَوَى مِنْ مُسْعِدٍ مُغَرَمٍ

رَأَى حَمَامَ الأَيْكِ غَنَّى فَنَاحْ

Oh what a lovesick, infatuated one,

Who saw the doves of the valley sing and take flight.

يَا بَانَةً مَالَتْ بِأَعْطَافِهِ

قَدْ عَلَّمَتْنِي كَيْفَ هَذَا الرِّمَاحْ

O she who leaned with her neck,

You have taught me how to throw this spear.

وًَأَنْتِ يَا أَسْهُمَ أَلْحَاظِهِ

أَثْخَنْتِ والله فُؤَادِي جِرَاحْ

And you, O most fatal of his glances,

You have, by God, wounded my heart with gashes.