يَا ذا الَّذي وَرْدُ خَدَّيْهِ إِذا أَخَذَتْ

مِنْهُ اللَّواحِظُ شَيْئاً رَدَّهُ الخَجَلُ

O you whose cheek's rose, if glances

Pluck from it something, bashfulness gives it back,

مَاذا يَضُرُّكَ أَنْ تَجْنِي وَقَدْ ضَمِنَتْ

أَضْعافَ مَا تَجْتَنِي مِنْ لَحْظِها المُقَلُ

What harm in plucking when you are guaranteed

Multiple times what you pluck from her amorous glance?

هَذا لَعَمْرُكَ مَاعُونٌ بَخِلْتَ بِهِ

عَلى العُيُونِ وَبِئْسَ الخِلَّةُ البخَلُ

By your life, this is a gift you stingily

Withheld from eyes, and stinginess is wretched meanness.