صبٌّ بحسنِ متيمٍ صبِّ

حُبّيهِ فوق نهايةِ الحبِّ

My passion for the beauty of Mutim is extreme,

My love for him surpasses the bounds of love.

أَشكو إِليه جورَ مقلته

فيقولُ موتُك أَيْسرُ الخَطْبِ

I complain to him of the tyranny of my glance,

And he says, “Your death would be the easier fate.”

فإِذا نظرتُ إِلى محاسنهِ

أَخْرَجْتُه عُطْلاً من الذَّنْبِ

When I look upon his charms,

I exonerate him from all blame.

أَدمَيْتُ بِاللحَظاتِ وَجْنَتَهُ

فَاقتصَّ ناظرُهُ مِنَ القَلْبِ

I have stained his cheek red with glances,

And his look has avenged itself upon my heart.