صَبَّ لِقُربِكَ بِالحَياةِ يَجود

أَنى لَهُ بَعد البِعادِ وُجود

He pours his life for your nearness generously

How can he exist after separation

بِخِتام طَبع الحُسن قَد طَبَع الهَوى

في قَلبِهِ هذا هُوَ المَقصود

With the seal of imprinted beauty, passion has stamped

In his heart, this is the purpose

ثَمل الشَمايل غَير أَنَّ مَحَبَّه

أَبدا بِسَيف لِحاظِه مَحدود

The northern winds are fruitful except that his love

Is never limited by the sword of his determination

ما رده عَن حُسن صِدق في الهَوى

كَلف بِعذل العاشِقين عَنيد

Nothing turned him away from the beauty of true passion

Obstinate to the excuse of lovers

يا فِتَنَة ما لامَني فيه اِمرؤ

اِلّا رَأى ما كانَ مِنهُ يَجيد

O temptation in which a man finds no fault

Except to see what he was good at

الصَب بِالاِعتاب أَصبَح يُرتَجى

عَطفا وَلكِن المَنال بَعيد

The pouring in blame has become hopeful

For kindness, but the attainment is far

أَنَسيت صدقى في حُروب عَواذِلي

وَجَميعُهُم شاكي السِلاح شَديد

Did you forget my sincerity in the wars of my rivals

All of them complaining, the weapons are severe

قَصَدوا بَواري بِالسَلو وَما دَروا

أَن اِصطِباري في هَواك أَكيد

They sought my ruins with missiles but did not know

That my patience in your love is certain

وَلَقَد أَذَعت هَواكَ بَينَ عَواذِلي

وَسِهامُهُم تُدمى الحَشا وَتَبيد

And I have announced your love between my rivals

And their arrows bleed the gravel and perish

وَأَقولُ مَع حر الاِسِنَّة حَبَّذا

صَب بِذياك الجَمال شَهيد

And I say with the heat of the tongues: congratulations

To the martyr of your beauty

وَوَلاء حُسنِكَ ما شَكَوت لمنة

منى عَلَيكَ وَقَصدي المَحمود

And I have not complained of the injustice

Done to me because of you and my purpose is praiseworthy

لكِنَّني مِن فَرط نار جَوانِحي

رَغبا أُكَرِّر ما جَرى وَأَعيد

But because of the excess fire of my feelings

I repeat what happened and redo

فَعَلام تَهزَأ بي وَتَشمَت عذلي

وَأَنا لَدَيكَ كَما تَرى وَتُريد

So why do you ridicule me and gloat at my excuse

While I am to you as you see and want

قَد صارَ مِثل العَهن قَلبي بِالاِسى

وَأَظن اِن القَلب مِنكَ حَديد

My heart has become like molten lead in sorrow

And I think the heart is made of iron from you

لَست المَلوم بِما جَنَيت وَقَد سَعى

بِنَميمَة مِن شَأنِهِ التَفنيد

I am not to be blamed for what I reaped and he strove

With gossip which is his habit to refute

فَعَسى يَجود بِنور نيره الرِضا

وَعَساكَ تَعلم اِنَّني لَوَدود

Maybe he will generously pour the light of his consent

And maybe you will know I am affectionate

وَعَسى اللَيالي أَن تَمن بِلَيلَة

يَسمو بِطَلعَتِها الشَجى وَيَسود

And maybe the nights will bestow a night

In which agony rises and darkness prevails

فَهُناكَ تُبدي الراح كامِن حقدهم

وَتَقوم مِن نَفس النِفاق شُهود

There the comfort of their hidden hatred appears

And witnesses rise from the soul of hypocrisy

وَيُعاد تَقربي وَتَثبت خلتي

بِعَطاء من هُوَ مُبدىء وَمُعيد

And my closeness and friendship will be restored

With a gift from the one who initiates and restores

وَأَقول لِلقَلبِ المُعَنّى بِالجَوى

بُشراكَ فَاِبشِر قَد أَتاكَ العيد

And I say to the heart concerned with love:

Good news, your feast has come to you