أَحمَى الهَوى قَلبَهُ وَأَوقَد

فَهوَ عَلَى أَن يَموتَ أَوقَد

Love inflamed his heart and set it ablaze

So he is bent on dying inflamed

وَقالَ عَنهُ العَذولُ سالٍ

قَلَّدَهُ اللَّهُ ما تَقَلَّد

Of him the censurers prattle vainly

God decked him out as he adorned himself

وَبِاللوى شَادِنٌ عَلَيهِ

جيدُ غَزالٍ وَوَجهُ فَرقَد

His looks enhanced by the curve of his neck

The cheek of a graceful gazelle, a sleeper’s face

أَسكَرَهُ ريقُهُ بِخَمرٍ

حَتّى اِنتَشَى طَرفُهُ فَعَربَد

His saliva intoxicated me with wine

So that my eyes squinted as if grasping shadows

لا تَعجَبوا لانهِزامِ طَرفي

فَجَيشُ أَجفانِهِ مُؤَيَّد

Be not astonished at my eyes’ defeat

For his eyelashes’ army comes well supported

أَنا لَهُ كَالَّذِي تَمَنَّى

عَبدٌ نَعَم عَبدُهُ وَأَزيَد

I am to him as one who pined

A slave, yes and more servile

لَهُ عَلَيَّ اِمتِثَالُ أَمرٍ

وَلي عَلَيهِ الحَفاءُ وَالصَّد

He has over me obedience to command

I have over him protection and support

إِن بَسمَلَت عَينُهُ لِقَتلي

صَلَّى فُؤادي عَلى مُحَمَّد

If his eyes shoot me dead with a glance

My heart prays blessings on Muhammad