لابُدَّ مِنْ نفثَةِ مَصْدورِ

فحاذِروا صَوْلَةَ مَحذورِ

The sighs of a grieving heart must be let out

So beware the dangers of pent-up hurt

قد أنْسَتِ العالَمَ غاراتُه

في الشِّعرِ غاراتِ المغاويرِ

The world has forgotten its raids

Unlike the raids of chivalrous poetry

أَثكَلَني غِيدَ قَوافٍ غَدَتْ

أبهى من الغِيدِ المَعاطيرِ

The cooing of doves has overburdened me

More beautiful than the cooing of musk-scented birds

أطيَبَ ريحاً من نسيمِ الصَّبا

جاءتْ بِرَيَّا الوَرْدِ من جُورِ

A breeze gentler than the morning zephyr

Bringing the scent of roses from a garden

من بعدِ ما فتَّحْتُ أنوارَها

فابتسمَتْ مثلَ الأزاهيرِ

After her radiance opened up

She smiled like flowers in bloom

وباتَ فِكري تَعِباً بينَها

يَنقُشُها نَقْشَ الدَّنانيرِ

And my thoughts toiled through the night besotted

Traced with the carvings of gold coins

يا سارقَ الأغفالِ ما حبَّروا

من القَوافي والمَشاهيرِ

O thief of heedlessness, what have they composed

Of rhymes and fame's admirers?

أعطِ قِفَا نَبْكِ أماناً فقَد

باتَتْ بقلبٍ منك مَذعورِ

Give sorrow's lament a rest, for it has

Spent the night in a heart filled with dread