إِذا نَظَرَتْ نَحْوَنا جَرَّدَتْ

سُيُوفَ الهَوى بِأَكُفِّ المَنْونِ

When she glances towards us, she unsheathes

The swords of passion with the palms of coquetry,

وَتُظْهِرُ لِلْحُسْنِ إِنْ أَسْفَرَتْ

هِلالَ المُنى في سَحابِ الظُّنُونِ

And shows beauty, if she unveils,

The crescent of desire in the clouds of suspicion,

كأَنَّ دُجى الشَّكِّ في سُخْطِها

وَضَوْءَ الرِّضَا فِي بَياضِ اليَقِينِ

As if the gloom of doubt in her displeasure

And the light of contentment in the whiteness of certainty,

وَإِنْ عَرَّسَ الوَجْدُ بي عَرَّسَتْ

رِكابُ الدُّمُوعِ بِرَبْعِ الجُفُونِ

And if ecstasy weds me, it weds

The stirrups of tears to the quarters of the eyelids.