فمٌ وثَغْرٌ وشَنَبْ

كأْسٌ وخمرٌ وحَبَبْ

Lips and chin and mustache,

A cup and wine and love,

واحَربَاه مِنْ شادنٍ

لم يُرْضه مني الحَرَب

And he fought me with spears

That did not satisfy me in war,

مُوَلَّد ليس له

إِلاّ إِلى الحسن نَسَب

Born only to beauty,

Of noble lineage,

يَضْحك من مُسَدّسا

ت النحل فيهنّ الضَرَب

He laughs from the dimples

Where bees were stung,

ما إِن حماني ثغرَه

إِلاّ سباني ونَهَب

No sooner did his mouth protect me

Than he insulted me and plundered,

ولا مشى تهادياً

إِلا مشى القلبُ خَبَبْ

And walked only swaying

While my heart fluttered,

هل سببٌ إِلى الرِّضا

يا عاتباً بلا سبب

Is there any way to consent

O you who blame without cause?

تُنْكِرني قتلي وفي

يَديك من قتلي سَبَب

You deny me though my murder

Is caused by your own hand,

ما ليَ أَبكي قاتلي

يا لَلرجال لِلْعجب

Why should I weep for my killer?

Oh, what wonders can men do!

كأَنّ عينيّ إِذا

دمي على دمعي انسكب

As if when my blood

Poured onto my tears,

يدا أَمين الدين

تهمي باللُّجَيْن والذَّهَب

O trustee of the faith,

Beware of beauty and gold.