أَسَمِيَّ مَن سَنّ القِرَى رِفقاً بِمَن

يَفنَى عَلَيكَ صَبَابَةً وغَرَاما

My blamer, be gentle with one whose youth

Is wasted on you in passion and desire!

أَنا ضَيفُ حُبِّكَ فَاصطَنِعني إِنَّه

ضَيفُ الهَوَى يَستَوجِبُ الإِكرَاما

I am a lover guest, so show me respect—

A love guest deserves to be held in high honor.

لَمّا نَظَرتُ نُجومَ خيلانٍ بَدَت

فِي صَحنِ وَجنَتِكَ استفَدتُ سَقَاما

When I saw the stars of Kheelan in the yard

Of your abode, I gained but sickness from that water.

أَفنَيتَ جِسمَ الصَّبِّ شَوقاً مِثلَمَا

أَفنَى سَمِيُّكَ قَبلَكَ الأَصنَامَا

You have wasted my young body with longing

As your idolatry wasted your idols before.

يَا زَهرَةً سَكَنَت فُؤَادِي غضّةً

أَنّى تَبَوّأتَ الجَحِيمَ كِمَاما

O blossom that dwelt in my heart while still a bud!

How did you make hell your abode and shelter?

حَتّى كَأَنَّ الحُبَّ قالَ لأَضلُعِي

يَا نَارُ كُن بَرداً لَهُ وَسَلامَا

Love said to my ribs, “O fire, be coolness

And safety for him!”—such torture I suffered.