ومُرّوِحٍ سِرّي سرورُ لقائِه

لولا اتصالُ فنائِه ببَقَائِهِ

And a secret pleasure in meeting him

If not for the connection of his transience with his permanence

يحكي القضيبَ قوامُه ونحولُه

حسناً وضوءُ البدرِ من أسمائِهِ

His slender figure and leanness tells of his beauty

Like the brilliance of the full moon among his attributes

فيسرُّنِي ليلاً بحسنِ وفائِه

ويسوؤُني صُبْحاً بقبحِ جفائِهِ

He brings me joy at night with his loyalty

And grieves me at dawn with his cruelty

يشكو الحنينَ إِلى الأليفِ ويغتدِي

كُلٌّ يعلِّلُ نفسَهُ برجائِهِ

He complains of yearning for the intimate one and transgresses

Each justifying himself with his own hopes

أبكي فيبكي غيرَ أَنَّ دموعَه

صِرفٌ ودمعي ممزجٌ بدمائِهِ

I cry so he cries, except that his tears

Are self-interest while mine mix with my blood

أُعدي عليه لظَى فُؤادِي فالتقَى

نارٌ تَحَدَّثُ عن لَظَى بُرَحائِهِ

I attack him with the intensity of my passion so it met

A fire that speaks of the intensity of his confusion

أمعذَّبٌ والنارُ في عَذَباتِهِ

كمعذَّبٍ والنارُ في أحشائِهِ

I'm tortured while the fire is in his torments

Like one tortured while fire is in his entrails