إِنَّ الخَليطً الَّذينَ كُنتُ بِهِم

صَبّاً لِلفِراقِ فَافتَرَقُوا

The companions with whom I was

A morning cup for parting, so they parted,

يا نَظرَةً ما نَظَرتُ في فَلَقِ ال

صُبحِ إِلَيها إِذ قيلَ تَنطَلِقُ

O glance, never did I glance in the rending

Of dawn towards it when it was said she departs,

خِلخالُها مُشبَعٌ وَدُملُجُها

وَالكَشحُ مِنها وِشاحُهُ قَلِقُ

Her anklet is sated and her tattoo smudged

And the mole on her from it an unsettled scarf,

نِعمَ شِعارُ الفَتى إِذا بَرَدَ ال

لَيلُ وَنَدّى أَثوابُهُ اللَثَقُ

Good are the youth’s traces when night cools

And its clothes dampen in clinging folds,

خُمصانَةٌ كَالمَهاةِ آنِسَةٌ

لَم يَغذُها مِن مَعِيشَةٍ رَنَقُ

Snub-nosed like an ostrich, friendly,

Not fed by life on herbs that choke,

غَرّاءُ كَاللَيلَةِ المُبارَكَةِ ال

قَمراءِ يُجلى بِضَوئِها الأُفُقُ

Rosy as the blessed night, the

Moony, by whose light horizons shine.