نقض الجرح وكان اندملا

وامتلا القلب وقد كان خلا

The wound has healed, though it was deep,

My heart is full, though empty it did seem,

عاده داء الهوى من بعد ما

راح وقد أفرق عنه وسلا

The malady of love has come to me,

After it went, and I thought I was free,

ماله تزعجه زفرته

كلَّما استاف صباً أو شمألا

Why does its sighing disturb me so?

Whenever the breeze blows, or the clouds gather,

وإذا شام بروقاً لمعت

غلب الدَّمع الحيا فانهملا

And when lightning flashes in the sky,

Tears overcome me and begin to flow,

ومتى أبصر بدراً طالعاً

ظنَّه عنه الذي قد أفلا

And when I see the rising full moon,

I think it is the one that's gone, back too soon,

عاش في أرغد عيش برهةً

مستريحاً راق حالاً وحلا

For a time I lived most happily,

At ease, content, and fancy free,

ليس يدري الهمَّ حتى أن رأى

ليته لم ير تلك المقلا

Not knowing sorrow, until I spied,

Would I had not seen those eyes so wide!

فعلت فيه بطرفٍ لو رمى

حجراً صلداً به لانفعلا

With but a glance, if they chose to smite

A solid rock, it would feel their might.

كيف لا يجرح قلبي طرفه

وإذا السَّيف تحرَّى قتلا

How can his eyes not wound my heart?

When swords are drawn, they're meant to kill.

والذي يصبو لأحداق المها

لم يمت إلا بها منجدلا

She who gazes on the eyes of the beloved

Will never die except by them, eyes that enthral.

لائم الصَّبِّ على الحب الذي

سيف لحظيه يبيح الأجلا

You blame passion, though it is no sin,

When his glances, like swords, are meant to win.

خلِّ عنك اللوم بالله فقد

سبق السَّيف إليه العذلا

Spare me your blame, for God's sake,

The sword preceded excuse or mistake.

ويح قلبي من هوى ذي صلفٍ

ظالم في حكمه لو عدلا

Woe to my heart in love with the disdainful one,

Unjust in his decrees, though just he'd seem.

ما له حمَّله ما لم يطق

أتراه ظنَّ قلبي جبلا

Why burden me with more than I can bear?

Does he think my heart is devoid of care?

قال يستطرد بي ما حاله

صار للعشَّاق فينا مثلا

He says he will lead me where he will go,

And for lovers he's become an example!

أيُّها المعرض لا عن زلَّةٍ

أدلالاً كان ذا أم مللا

O you who scorn me, not for an error

Or weariness, but with casual acclaim.

بأبي الرِّيم الذي من طرفه

سرق الظَّبي الكحيل الكحلا

By the one whose sidelong glance has stolen

The kohl from the eyes of the wild gazelle,

غصن البان الذي في قدِّه

سلب الليِّن القنا والأسلا

By the myrrh whose bending form has robbed

The tender branch of the gum that it sobbed,

يا خليليَّ بلا أمرٍ سلا

عن فؤادي بعده ما فعلا

O my friend, without cause you have wrought

Grief in my heart that you hadn't before.

أمقيمٌ بعده يصحبه

أم دعاه للردى فامتثلا

Will you be with me or leave me in sadness?

Have you been called to wrongdoing and madness?