أصبحتُ أوثرُ أهلَ اللومِ والعذلِ

في حبِّ ذي غنجٍ بالحسنِ متصِلِ

I have come to prefer blamers and reproachers

In love of one graced with beauty everlasting

لو شاءَ يطلعُ شمساً من مَحاسنهِ

تلوحُ في غصُنٍ من حسنهِ خضِلِ

If he wished, the sun would rise from his beauty

Shining from a bough of his grace evergreen

لا شرقت منه شمسٌ لا يدنسُها

ليلٌ فشمسُ الضحى منه على وجلِ

No sun has risen from him that night would sully

The sun of morning from him is bright serene

ما لامني أحدٌ فيهِ فأبصرهُ

إلا وعيناهُ عن عينيَّ في شغُلِ

No one blames me for him but when they see him

Their eyes from mine are turned, fixed, and unseen