كَيفَ الوُصولُ إِلى مَن كانَ لي قَمَراً

بَينَ الكَواكبِ أَهواه وَيَهواني

How to reach the one who was a moon to me

Among the stars I loved and he loved me

كُلُّ المُحبين في أَجسامهم سقمٌ

مِن حسن طَلعته يا مَن تَلوماني

All lovers have illness in their bodies

From the beauty of his rising, O you who blame me

فَخلِّيا عَنكُما نصحي وَلا تُطِلا

في عذلِ مثلي فَسهمُ الصدِّ أَصماني

So leave off your advice and do not prolong

Reproach of the likes of me, the arrow of refusal has deafened me

وَبادرا بمتابٍ عَن مَلامةِ مَن

يَهوى المِلاح وَمَن يَصبو لغزلان

And precede with a gift over blaming the one

Who loves sweetness and the one who yearns for gazelles