ليس شيءٌ أحرَّ في مهجة العا

شقِ من هذه العيونِ المراضِ

Nothing is hotter in the bosom of lovers

Than these sickly eyes

والخدودِ المضَرَّجاتِ اللَواتي

شيب جريالها بحسن البَياضِ

And blushing cheeks adorned with beauty

Their whiteness shamed by loveliness

ورنُوِّ الجفون والغَمزِ بالحا

جب عند الصُدود والإعراضِ

And the fluttering of eyelids and the flirtatious glances

At first meeting and initial aloofness

وطروقِ الحبيب والليلُ داجٍ

حين همَّ السُمّار بالإغماضِ

And the beloved's neck as night falls dark

When the sleepless tossed and turned to slumber