أَلَم أَقُل لَكَ لا تَخلِس مَحاسِنَهُ

فَإِنَّ طَرفَكَ مَوتورٌ مِنَ الخُلَسِ

Did I not tell you, do not secretly glance at her charms?

For your glance is pained by the secrecy.

ظَبيٌ رَمَيتُ لَهُ عَينَيَّ خائِلَةً

وَما عَلِمتُ بِأنَّ اللَّيثَ في الكُنُسِ

A gazelle I aimed my languid eyes at,

Not knowing the lion lurked in the thicket.

عَلاقَةٌ بِتُّ عَنها غَيرَ مُعتَذِرٍ

وَهَفوَة كُنتُ مِنها غَيرَ مُحتَرِسِ

An infatuation I have abandoned, making no excuses,

And a swoon I was in, taking no precautions.

جَرَيتُ فيها عَلى حُكمِ الصِّبا وَلَعاً

فَإِن ضَلَلتُ فَإِنّي بَعدُ في الغَلَسِ

I rushed into it by the ruling of youthful passion,

So if I strayed, I am still in the dark.