الغصنُ من خطرات قدّك يذُبلُ

والشّمسُ من صفحات خدّك تخجل

The branch withers from the glances of your eyes

And the sun is ashamed before the radiance of your cheeks

والدُّرّ مهما افترّ ثغرُك باسما

أضحت فرائدهُ تُهان وتُبذلُ

However much your lips pretend, pearls

Become worthless and degraded beside them

وإذا شدوت فكلُّ شاد أخرس

وإذا رنوت فكلُّ ظبي أحولُ

When you are silent, all poets are muted

When you sing, all gazelles are enchanted

ومدامُ ريقك لو أبيح لما غدت

بين العقول مدامة تتحلّلُ

If your saliva were made public, it would make

All minds intoxicated and enthralled

وسوادُ فرعك لو صبغت به الدّجى

ما كان صبغُ اللّيل أصلا ينصلُ

If the blackness of your hair were used as ink

The dye of night would never be extracted

أو ما ترى ليل المحب بصبغه

عن حال ذاك الصّبغ لا يتحوّلُ

Or don't you see that the night of lovers with its dye

Does not change from the state of that dye

ونُحولُ خصرك لو أعرت سقامهُ

قمر الدُّجى ما كان يوما يكمل

Your waist, if revealed from its clothes

The crescent moon would never again be full

أوما أعرت الصّبّ منهُ فلم يزل

دفعا بهاتيك الإعارة ينحلُ

Or it was never revealed, so it remains

Dissolving from that revealing

وسهام لحظك لو رميت بها الجفا

عن ذي الهوى للصّبّ منهُ المقتلُ

The glances of your eyes, if cast in disdain

Would kill the lover with a mortal blow

يا من بفرط الشّوق أطلق أدُمعي

والصّبرُ في سجن الصّدُودُ مسلسل

Oh you who in intense passion made me shed tears

While patience remains chained in the prison of rejection

وحميتُ طرفي عن وُرُودُ عيونه

وأبحتها للسّهد منها ينهلُ

I have forbidden my eyes from beholding him

And left them for the wakeful to draw from

وتركتُ للأسقام جسمي منزلا

وحملتُ فوق القلب ما لا يحمل

I have left my body as a dwelling for illnesses

And carried above my heart that which cannot be borne

اردُد على الجفن القريح رُقادهُ

فلعلّه بخيال طيفك يشملُ

I return wakefulness to my eyelids

Perhaps in the image of your phantom it will be wrapped

يا من يلوم على هواه وما درى

أن العواذلُ نصحها لا يُقبلُ

Oh you who blame his passion without knowing

That advice to the passionately in love is never accepted

فلئن تكن عن حُسنك أعشى فقو

لك دُونه بابُ المسامع مُقفلُ

If blindness to your beauty has befallen me, say

The doors of hearing for you are closed

كيف السّلوّ عن الحياة وُحبّه

أشهى إليّ من الحياة وأجملُ

How can I abstain from life and his love

When his love is more delicious to me than life itself

اُيلامُ مكلومُ الحشا في هوى رشا

لجبينه تاج الجمالُ مُكلّلُ

The censured, love-sick, self-blaming

His brow is crowned with the crown of beauty

قمرٌ يتيهُ على الملاح بحسنه

وعلى الملوك بدلّه يتدلّلُ

A moon wandering astray in his beauty

Lording over kings with his clothes