يا طلْعةً رائقةَ المجْتَلى

مَنْ أنبتَ الشَّعْرَ بخَدّيْكِ

O radiant vision of beauty

Who grew that hair on your cheeks

أوْ جعلَ الغُصْنَ إذا يَنْثَني

يفْضَحُهُ مائِلُ عِطْفَيْكِ

Or made the branch, when it sways

Reveal the grace of your figure

رضيتِ لي هَجراً وبُعْداً وهلْ

منْ عاشِقٍ يرْضى بحالَيْكِ

You were content with my estrangement, my remoteness—but what

Lover is content with your ways?

كثّرتِ من صدّي بمِقْدارِ ما

عِنْدي إذاً من قلّةِ النيكِ

You rejected me often—as often

As I possess little merit