أفديه ليلة زارني متستراً

هنديه في كفه مسلولا

I sacrifice him the night he visited me stealthily

An Indian in his palm holding a sword

خوف الوشاة ولو رنت أجفانه

جعل الحسام بما أراد كفيلا

Fearing the slanderers even if his eyelids rang

The sword made what he wanted guaranteed

فشغلت عن تقبيله بمدامع

لو كن سيلا ما وجدن مسيلا

So I busied myself from kissing him with tears

If it was a flood no channel would be found

ووجدته مترفقاً في لثمه

فكأنه آس يجس عليلا

And I found him gently kissing

As if he was a benevolent doctor healing a patient

ما نلت ما أملت منه وإنما

أجلى تمثل في فؤادي سولا

I did not get what I hoped from him, rather

He left behind in my heart an ardent craving