ما كُنتُ أَعهد ما بِالعَبدِ مِن أَسَف

وَلا أَعي فيهِ حالا كانَ قَبل خَفي

I did not expect such passion from a slave,

Nor did I know of a state he had before being tamed.

حَتّى تَقَلَّبت في أَحصاب حَرقَتِهِ

وَصِرتُ مِمّا ألاقى عاذِرا سلفى

Until I tossed in the embers of his burning,

And I became, because of what I encountered, excusing my past.

لا غرو اِن الصِبا يَأتي بِنَفحَتِكُم

وَكُلَّما مراغدو بِالغَرامِ هفى

No wonder the youth comes with your blow,

And whenever the tender ones swoon with love, they sigh.

وَلَم أَنَل مِن نَسيم الصُبحِ لي أَربا

يَشفى فُؤادي مِن التَسهيدِ وَالشَغف

And I did not get from the morning breeze a single

Breath to heal my heart from sadness and fervor.

لِما يَئِست وَلَم يَسمَح لململتي

قاضي الهَوى بِنَشيق من هَواك شَفى

When I despaired and my wishes were not fulfilled,

The judge of love healed me with a breath from your love.

خاصَمت كل نَسيم فيكَ مبتَكرا

وَعفته بِخَيال مائِس الهيف

I contended with every playful breeze about you

And rebuked it with the image of desperate life.

خلوت لِلخل خلواتي وَخلت بِها

خلو صدري من اللوعات وَاللَهف

I secluded myself in seclusion and secluded with it

The seclusion of my chest from sorrows and passions.

نَفيت طيب الكَرى لِلقَدِّ مُنتَظِرا

وَكَم شَكَوت بِقَلب خافِق رَجف

I denied the sweetness of the meadows waiting

And how often I complained with a fluttering heart.

فَيا لَهُ مِن خَيال غَرَّني وَنَأى

وَقَد رَماني بِسَهم السَهد وَالكَلف

What an image that deceived me and went far,

And it hurt me with the arrow of prose and malice!

مَياس قَدك عِندي غَدوَة وَمسا

فَلا تَضن بِمرآه عَلى الدَنف

Your appearance in my eyes is a daily event morning and evening

So do not be stingy towards the mirror with it.

حر التَهاني وَوجدى وَاِحتِراق دمى

يَفيح وادي الغَضا عَمَّن سِواكَ خفى

The heat of my congratulations, passion, and burning blood

Spreads in the valley of modesty from anyone other than you hidden.

لما بَصرت بِما لا يَبصرون بِهِ

يا سامِرى فَلا تَعجَل عَلى تلفى

When I saw what they do not see,

O Cupbearer! Do not rush to my ruin.

وَراجِع النَفسَ اِنّي قَد ضَلَلتُ بِها

عَمّا عَداكَ فَلَم أُبرِح وَلَم أَقف

And return the self, I have gone astray with it

Away from other than you, so I did not stop or stand still.

فَقالَ لي بِاِبتِسام من مُباسَمه

يا مُؤمِن القَلبَ لا تَحذَر وَلا تَخَف

So he said to me with a smile from his smiles,

"O believer of the heart! Do not fear or worry."

ما كُنتَ اِلّا خَيالا مَعفوى لقا

لا يَستَفيدُ الشَجى مِنّي سِوى الكَلف

"You were nothing but a fanciful illusion I met,

From me, sadness gains nothing but malice."