أيا مانعي طيبَ الرُّقادِ وانَّني

لأمنحُهُ ما لا يهونُ فيمنحُ

O you who hinders my tranquil sleep, yet I

Would grant him what cannot be slighted when granted

وأسخو له بالنفسِ وهي عزيزةٌ

وأيُّ فتىً بالنّفسِ يسخو ويسمحُ

And give generously of myself, though I am precious

And which gallant gives generously of his soul and is clement?

يُزحزِحُني عن وصلهِ بصدودِهِ

وليس له عن مُهجتي مُتزحزَحُ

He distances me from union with his aloofness

And he has no tenderness for my passion

ويُظهِرُ لي جهلاً بفرطِ صبابتي

ولهوَ عليمٌ كيفَ أُمسي وأُصبحُ

And he shows me ignorance in the excess of my ardour

While he is knowing how I spend my evenings and mornings

ألاحِظُهُ خطفاً بإنسانِ مُقلةٍ

مدامِعُها تطفو عليها وتطفحُ

I observe him suddenly with a woman of scarce means

Her tears brimming over her

فيسرحُ طرفي في رياضِ جمالهِ

وللطّرفِ في روضِ الملاحةِ مسرحُ

So I let my eyes roam in the gardens of his beauty

For the eye has freedom in the meadow of observation

أُغيّضُ ماءَ العينِ وهي دريرةٌ

وأكتمُ زندَ الوجدِ والزّندُ يقدحُ

I restrain the water of the eye though it is flowing

And I conceal the spark of passion though it flares

وأنَّي يغيضُ الماءُ والعينُ غمرةٌ

ويخفى لهيبُ النارِ والنارُ تلفحُ

How can I restrain the water when the eye is immersed

And hide the flame of fire when the fire scorches?