غزال نحا شيح الغوير وغاره

فدىً لغزال بالغوير شرودِ

A gazelle crossed the valley of Ghawir

I would ransom that gazelle wandering in Ghawir

وقالوا تغزل فيه قلت غزيل

من الأنس في جيد ولفتة جيدِ

They said, "Write poetry about him," I said, "My poem

Is about the intimacy in his beautiful neck and hand

تنشَّق ريحاً من زرود فراعه

ترصدُ عيني قانص بزرودِ

The wind blows from his flowers' buttons

My eyes covetously watch his flowers

يصدُّ أذا ما حس في الورد نبأةً

بغلة صادي القلب خوف رصيد

His ear blocks out any news he senses among the roses

A mounted scout, his heart fears the watch of the hunter

فريد بدا كالبدر في برج حسنه

وليس سوى بدر السما بفريد

Fareed appeared like the full moon in the mansion of his beauty

And none but the moon in the sky is like Fareed

لو اعترضته خجلة من محبه

تدبج ورد من حيا بخدود

If shyness confronted him about his love

He would don rose garlands on his cheeks

ويعرض للقلب المشوق معرضا

ببيض خدود تحت سود جعود

And he shows the ardent heart a sight

Of white cheeks below black curly hair

أقوم وأهوي في هواه كأنني

لما بيَ أمشي راسفاً بقيود

I stand and plunge into his love as if

When I sober up I walk in chains

كثيرون أن عدّوا عليَّ جنوده

قليلون أن عدّوا عليه جنودي

Many, if they counted his soldiers against me

Few, if they counted my soldiers against him

إذا صرَحت منه سجية باخل

أقول لأسراب المدامع جودي

If the wine of his inclination flows freely

I say to the swarms of tears, “Flow!”

فلو أن قلبي من حديد بحبه

وهي كف ذا والقلب غير حديد

If my heart were iron in love for him

While he has a hand other than iron

أخا البدر أوهاني الهوى بشديده

ولولاك ما كان الهوى بشديد

O brother of the moon, love has humiliated me intensely

And were it not for you, love would not be so intense