لا وَمَا سَالَ من مَسيرِ العِذَارِ

في أَسيلٍ من خدِّكَ الجُلَّنارِ

No, and what did the tears ask as they flowed

Down your soft cheek in streams?

ورُضابٍ عَذبِ الَمراشِفِ يُبدي

لُؤلؤاً كالحَبابِ فَوقَ العُقارِ

And the gentle pillow’s sweet scent reveals

Pearls upon pearls above the pillowcases.

وَقَوامِ إِن ماسَ يا حَيرةَ الغُص

ن وَبُعداً لِلَّذابلِ الخطَّارِ

And a figure, if touched, O confusion of my soul,

Is pleasure yet distance to the withering roses.

وَلِحاظٍ كالبيِضِ في سُودِ أَجفا

نِ سَبَتنا بِفَتَرةٍ وانكِسارِ

And a glance like white eggs in the blackness of

Lashes which have afflicted me with weakness and despair.

ما تَسلَّيتُ عن هَوَاكَ ولا حُل

تُ عَنِ العَهد بَعد بُعدِ الَمزارِ

I have not been entertained from your love, nor have

I turned from my vow, even after the distance of tombs.

وإذا ما انتقَلتَ يا بَدرُ عن طَر

فِي إِلى القَلبِ جادَ بالأمطارِ

And whenever you move away, O full moon, from a condition

To my heart, it pours with rain.

لا أُبالي بِما يكونُ وَقَلبي

مَنزِلٌ من مَنازلِ الأَقمارِ

I do not care what happens, and my heart is

A house of the houses of moons.

أَنتَ دُونَ الشَّغافِ في حَبَبِ القَ

لبِ مُقيمٌ في جَذوةٍ من نارِ

You are, without passion in the beloved of the heart,

Resident in a burning coal.

وَعَجيبٌ لا تَنطفَي وَعَليها

أَعينٌ جِدنَ بالمِياهِ الغِزار

And wondrously it does not die out, and on it

Are eyes that have softened with copious tears.

فيكَ مَعنىً مِنَ الغَزالِ وَلَولا

ذاكَ ما رُحتَ مُوَلعاً بالنِّفارِ

In you is a meaning from the gazelle, and if not

For that, you would not be so enamored with fleeing.