رُوحي الفِداءُ لبَدْرٍ لاحَ مُبْتَسِماً

في ثَغرِهِ الحاليانِ الخَمْرُ والعَسَلُ

My soul is ransom for a full moon that rose smiling,

In his sweet mouth is wine and honey.

يَبدو فَيَجرَحُني طَوراً وَيَقتُلُني

مِن ذاتِهِ الفاتِكان البيضُ والأسَلُ

He appears and wounds me at times and kills me,

With his deadly whiteness and smoothness.

وَيَنْثَني مايِساً تيهاً فيَطْعَنُني

مِن قَدِّهِ الليّنان العَطفُ وَالميلُ

And he bends, staggering, confused, so he pierces me,

With his soft, supple neck and inclination.

أَبيتُ سَهرانَ طولَ اللّيلِ يُقلِقُني

مِنْ هَجرِهِ المضنِيانِ الفِكرُ والأمَلُ

I stayed up all night, restless, worrying,

From his painful estrangement, my thoughts and hopes.

وَأَنْحَلَ الجِسمَ مِنّي عِندَ جَفوَتِهِ

مِن ذاتِه المُنْحلانِ الخَصرُ والكفَلُ

And my body melted away from me by his aloofness,

From his melting waist and shoulders.

وَلانَ لي حينَ أَبكي في مَحَبَّتهِ

مِنَ الجَفا القاسِيانِ الصخْرُ والجَبَلُ

He had no mercy on me when I cried from his abandonment,

With his harsh, stony heart and mountainous ego.

وَطابَ لي بِالهَوى وَالحبُّ يَلعَبُ بي

في عِشقِهِ القاتِلانِ اللَّومُ والعذلُ

And for me, love and passion played with me,

In his deadly blame and reproach.

وَقَدْ حَلا بِنِظامي الدُّرُّ مُنسَبِكاً

في حُسْنهِ الأعْذَبانِ المَدحُ والغزَلُ

And prose adorned with rhyme shined through my writings,

In his most sweet praise and amorous verse.

فَلا وعَينَيْهِ لا أهْوى سِواهُ ولَوْ

أصابَني المُتعِبان العِيُّ والمَلَلُ

By his eyes I swear, I love no other but him, even if

I'm struck by the two troubles, blindness and boredom.