بأبي أهيفُ مهضومُ الحشا

مستَعار اللَّحظ عن عَين الرَّشا

By my father taken in his prime,

Whose glances borrow from the eyes of fawns their charm,

يُخجل الأقمارَ وجهاً إن بدا

وغصونَ البان عِطفاً إن مشى

Whose face would shame the moon should it appear,

Whose swaying form puts boughs of ban to shame when he walks by,

ثَمِلُ الأعطافِ من خَمر الصِّبا

مُنتشي الألحاظِ صاحٍ ما انتشى

Ripely curved by the wine of youth,

With glances inebriating though no wine they've tasted,

آنِسٌ بالناس غيري فإذا اس

تأنست عينيَ منه استوحشا

Sociable with others, unlike me, so when

My eyes have found in him a friend, to all else they’re closed.

أيّها الُمعرض عني عبَثا

مَن وَشى بي ليت شعري لا وشى

O you who’ve purposelessly turned from me,

Who has maligned me, would that I knew!

سوف أرشو عنك قلبي فعسى

يَقبلُ المسكينُ في الُحبِ الرُّشا

I will probingly unveil my heart, perhaps

The wretched will accept this impassioned plea.