خَمرٌ بِثَغرِكَ مُورَدُ

والخدُّ منكَ مُوَرَّدُ

Wine is afforded by your mouth,

And your cheek affords rose.

ولأَنتَ يا ريمَ النّقا

كالنّومِ فيكَ مُشَرَّدُ

And you, O Rim, are so gentle,

In you, sleep is scattered.

لا تُنكِرَنْ قَتلي فإنَّ

دَمي بِخَدِّكَ يَشْهَدُ

Do not deny my murder, for

My blood on your cheek bears witness.

أَمُقَلِّداً سيفَ الفُتو

رِ دَمي الذي تتقلّدُ

Am I handing the sword of the young man,

My blood which you are wearing?

يا جَنّةً سَكَنَ الفُؤا

دَ ونارُهُ تَتَوَقدُ

O paradise, où dwells enchantment,

And its fire keeps burning.

مالي سَكَرْتُ صبابةً

وهوىً وأَنتَ مُعَرْبِدُ

Why am I intoxicated with youth,

And passion, while you resist?