يا بَدرَ دُجىً يَحمِلُهُ غُصنُ أَراك
ما أَعجَبَ ما يَحِلُّ بي حينَ أَراك
O full moon, gloom carried by a twig I see you on
How strange is what happens to me when I see you
لا تَقتُل بِالصُدودِ صَبّاً يَهواك
ما لِلأَعرابِ طاقَةٌ بِالأَتراك
Don't kill a passionate lover with aloofness
The bedouins cannot handle the Turks
كَم تَقتُلُني وَما يَحِلُّ القَتلُ
كَم تَهجُرُني وَعِندَ غَيري الوَصلُ
How much you kill me, yet killing is not allowed
How much you avoid me, yet union is found with others
ما أَسلو عَنكَ سَيِدي ما أَسلوا
هَل في الدُنيا مُمَنَّعٌ لا يَحلو
I asked nothing about you my master, I asked nothing
Is anything in life forbidden and not made easy?
أَقسَمتُ بِواوِ صَدغِ هَذا الحاجِب
في لامِ عِذارِهِ وَنونِ الحاجِب
I swear by the dimple of this eyebrow
By the twist of its excuse and the letter noon of the eyebrow
لَو عايَنَهُ اِبنُ مُقلَةٍ وَالصاحِب
قالا عَجَباً لَدَيهِ جُلَّ الكاتِب
If it was seen by Ibn Muqla and As-Sāhib
They would say "How amazing, the best of writers"
ناظِرٌ فيما فَعَلتَهُ بي ناظِر
يا شَمسُ ضُحىً عَلى قَضيبٍ ناضِر
A watcher of what you did to me, a watcher
Oh morning sun, on a slender twig
كَم يَجرَحُ قاتِلي بِسَيفِ الناظِر
لا شَكَّ الحُبُّ ما عَلَيهِ ناظِر
How my killer wounds me with the sword of sight
Without doubt, love is not blameworthy to its watcher
لا راحَهُ لي بِغَيرِ شُربِ الراحِ
مِن ذي هَيَفٍ يَطوفُ بِالأَقداحِ
No comfort for me but to drink from the comforter
From the swaying cup revolving with cups
يَبدو كَالصُبحِ وَهيَ كَالمِصباحِ
سَكرانَ الطَرفِ ذو فُؤادٍ صاحِ
Appearing like dawn, and it like a lantern
Intoxicated of glance, with a sober heart
يا وَردَةَ خَدِّهِ وَفَيكِ كَالخالِ
هَل جاءَ بِمِثلِهِ الزَمانُ الخالي
Oh freckle of his cheek, oh beauty spot like a mole
Did time ever bring its equal, empty time?
هَذا لا حُسنُ رَبَّةِ الخِلخالِ
ما في الثَقَلَينِ مِن قَلبٍ خالِ
This is not the beauty of the anklets' mistress
In the two worlds there is no heart left empty
أَرضى إِن كُنتَ بِاِنتِهاكي تَرضى
هَل صَيَّرَني هَواكَ إِلّا أَرضا
I am pleased if you are pleased with my ruin
Did your love make me anything but in ruin?
وَجناتُ خَدُّكِ الصَحاحِ المَرضى
أَقضي نَحبي وَحاجَتي ما تُقضى
The gardens of your cheeks, prime and pleasing
I spend my time in misery, and my need is not fulfilled
يا سَيفَ لِحاظِهِ وَيا رُمحَ القَد
مَن طَرَزَ بِالعِذارِ ساحِ الخَد
Oh sword of his smiles, oh spear of the cheek
Who embroidered the excuse with the field of the cheek?
هَذا الرَيحانُ ثُمَّ هَذا الوَرد
ما قَطُّ جَنَيتُهُ وَلِلَّهِ الحَمِد
I never cease picking it, and praise is to God
Your glances make me drunk, and my heart confused
أَلحاظُكَ شيركوهُ وَقَلبي شاوَر
أَهوَجُ في عَذابِهِ قَد خامَر
I rave in its torment, it has overwhelmed me
I am dying of love, and for me is another discourse
قَد مُتُّ هَوىً وَلي حَديثٌ آخَر
إِن كُنتَ مَسيحاً فَإِنَّني عازَر
If you are the Messiah, then I am Lazarus
Oh what a pity for the shaker, the soft and gentle one
وَيلاهُ عَلى المُهَفِّفِ المَيّاسِ
ما أَحسَنَهُ وَلَو بِقَلبٍ قاسِ
How good he is, even to a hardened heart
He trembles as if he is the rod of the staff
يَهتَزُّ كَأَنَّهُ قَضيبُ الآسِ
سَكرانَ وَلَم يَذُق حُمَيّا الكاسِ
Intoxicated, though he never tasted fermented drinks
She expressed wonder at her passionate lovers and said:
قَلَت عَجَباً لِعاشِقيها مَهرُ
هَل غَيرَ دِمائِكُم لِدِمائي مَهرُ
Is my blood price anything but your blood?
Remembrance in my time has no mention
ما لِلتَذكيرِ في زَماني ذِكرُ
مِن نورِ الشَمسِ يَستَمِدُّ البَدرُ
The full moon draws light from the sun
The whore desires only the paramours
القَحبَةُ لَم تَرِد سِوى المُردانِ
وَالمُكتَئِبُ المُحِبُّ شَيخٌ فانِ
While the sorrowful lover is transient
Can the stumbler repent with a cup?
هَل عَرقَلَةٌ يَتوبُ بِفِنجانٍ
مَن قَرَّبَ مالِكاً إِلى رَضوانِ
Who brings an angel closer to satisfaction?
