يا دومُ دامَ صَلاحُكُم
وَسَقاكِ رَبّي صَفوَةَ الدَيَمِ
O house whose prosperity endures
My Lord has watered you with the choicest rain
مِن كُلِّ دانٍ مُسبِلٍ هَطلٍ
مُتَتابِعٍ سَحٍّ مِنَ الرِّهَمِ
Coming in torrents from every valley
In constant succession of pouring rain
تَرِدُ الوُحوشُ إِلَيهِ سارِعَةً
وَالطَيرُ أَفواجاً مِنَ القُحَمِ
The beasts flock to it eagerly
And birds in droves from the hilltops
قَلقَلتِ مِن وَجدٍ بِكُم كَبِدي
وَصَدَعتِ صَدعاً غَيرَ مُلتَئِمِ
My liver quivered for you in passion
And cracked with a crack beyond mending
وَتَرَكتِني لِعَواذِلي غَرَضاً
كَاللَّحمِ مُتَّرَكاً عَلى الوَضَمِ
You left me easy prey for slanderers
Like meat left out for flies to feed on
بَرِحَ الخَفاءُ وَقَد عَلِمتِ بِهِ
إِنّي لِحُبِّكِ غَيرُ مُكتَتِمِ
Secrecy is gone and you know full well
I make no secret of my love for you
أَخفَيتُهُ حَتّى وَهى جَلَدي
وَبَرى فُؤادي وَاِستَباحَ دَمي
I hid it until my skin peeled off
And my heart was laid bare and my blood spilled
يا أَحسَنَ الثَقلَينِ كُلِّهِم
وَأَتَمَّ مَن يَخطو عَلى قَدَمِ
O fairest of all creation
Most perfect in step
يَصبو الحَليمُ لِحُسنِ بَهجَتِها
وَيَزيدُهُ أَلَماً إِلى أَلَمِ
The forbearing one sighs for the joy of her beauty
Adding pain to his pain
تَفتَرُّ عَن سِمطَينِ مِن بَرَدٍ
مُتَفَلِّجٍ عَن حُسنِ مُبتَسِمِ
Baring twin limbs cooler than ice
Revealing beauty in a smiling face
كَالأقحُوانِ لِغِبِّ سارِيَةٍ
جُنَحَ العِشاءِ يُنيرُ في الظُّلمِ
Like the black of night in the thickening gloom
The wings of nightfall shine in the darkness
حُمِّ اللِّثاتِ يَروقُ ناظِرُهُ
ما عيبَ مِن رَوَقٍ وَلا قَصَمِ
Soft thighs pleasing to the eye
Without blemish or break
تومي بِكَفٍّ رَطبَةٍ خُضِبَت
وَأَنامِلٍ يَنطُفنَ كَالعَنَمِ
Who gestures with a moistened palm
And fingers dripping like ripe fruit
وَبِمُقلَةٍ حَوراءَ ساجِيَةٍ
وَبِحاجِبٍ كَالنُّونِ بِالقَلَمِ
And eyebrows like a Arabic letter noon
Drawn with a pen
وَالجيدُ مِنها جيدُ مُغزِلَةٍ
تَحنو إِلى خِشفٍ بِذي سَلَمِ
Her cheek the cheek of a weaver
Leaning toward a well-woven cloak
وَكَدُميَةِ المِحرابِ ماثِلَةٌ
وَالفَرعُ جَثلُ النَّبتِ كَالحُمَمِ
Rose-red like the prayer niche
And curved like the arc of a bow
وَكَأَنَّ ريقَتَها إِذا رَقَدَت
راحٌ يَفوحُ بِأَطيَبِ النَّسَمِ
When she sleeps, her saliva seems
A gentle breeze with the sweetest scent
