دَعني فَما طاعَة العذالِ من ديني

ما سالمُ القلبِ في الدنيا كَمَفتونِ

Let me not obey the tormentors, for that is not my faith

There is no peace of heart in this world, like one spellbound

أيقَنتُ أنِّي مَجنونٌ بِحبِّكم

وليسَ لي عندَكُم عذرُ المَجانينِ

I know I am mad with love for you

And with you I have no excuse of madmen

ذو طرَّةٍ نظمت في عاجِ جبهتهِ

من شَعرهِ حلقا سودَ الزرافينِ

One with a tuft has composed on the ivory of his brow

Of his hair black rings like ostriches

كأنَّ خطَّ عذارٍ فوقَ عارِضه

مَيدانُ آسٍ على وردٍ ونَسرينِ

As if the line of a revealer above his cheek

Is a race-course of calamity upon roses and eglantine