وَمَريضِ كَرِّ اللحْظِ تَحسِبُ أَنَّما

أَجفانُهُ نَشْوى بِلا خَمْرِ

And the sick one with heavy-lidded eyes, you'd think

His eyelids were dewy without wine

يُزْهى بِراءٍ مِنْ زُمُرُّدِ شَعْرِهِ

خُلِقَتْ مُنَكَّسَةً عَلَى الثَّغْرِ

Adorned with pure emerald hair

Created hanging over his lips

لي من تَمَرُّضِ طَرْفِهِ وكَلامِهِ

سُكْران من خَمْرٍ ومن سِحْرِ

To me his feigned illness of glance and speech

Is intoxication, magic and sorcery

شَبَّهْتُ غُرَّةَ وجههِ إِذْ أَشْرَقَتْ

مِن فَوْقِ لَيْلٍ مِنْ دُجى الشَّعْرِ

I compared the radiance of his face when it shone

Above a night of the darkness of hair

تَقويسَ نُونٍ مِنْ نِقابِ خَريدَةٍ

نَقَلَتْهُ مِن خَفَرٍ عَلى بَدْرِ

To the bending of a noon letter from the veil of a fair woman

Moved from a guard to the full moon

أَوْ مثلَ ضَوْءِ هلالِ وَصلٍ لاحَ لي

بالسَّعْدِ بَيْنَ سَحابَتَيْ هَجْرِ

Or like the light of a crescent moon that appeared to me

With good fortune between two clouds of estrangement

خُلِقَتْ محاسِنُهُ عَليهِ كَما اشْتَهى

وخُلِقْتُ ما لي عنهُ مِنْ صبرِ

His beauties were created upon him as he wished

And I was created with no patience from him