مَرَّت وفي طَيِّها مِن عِندِهِم خَبَرُ

صَباً أَتَت وَقَميصُ اللَّيلِ مُنحَسرُ

She passed by, and from them came news

Of youth that arrived, and the night's shirt was unveiled

هَبَّت سُحَيراً فيا للهِ كم سحَرَت

قلباً وَكَم مِنَّةً أهدى لنا السَّحرُ

She blew gently, by Allah how she has enchanted

A heart, and how much grace the magic brought us

وَحَدَّثَت فانتَشَت أَرواحُنا وَنشَت

لمَّا فَهِمنا وَهِمنا بالذي ذَكَرُوا

And she spoke, so our souls blossomed and grew

When we understood, and imagined what they mentioned

لَولا ادِّراعُ الصَّبا رَيَّا حَدِيثهمُ

ما طبَّقَ الأرضَ منها المندلُ العَطرُ

Were it not for the young woman's robe, blowing their speech around

The ground would not be covered by its fragrant hem

فَلا ومُلدِ غُصونِ من قُدودهمُ

تَزر بِسُمرِ القَنا الخَطّارِ إِذ خَطَروا

By the shooting star's ink, when they appeared

And the swords' eyelids, which became famous when they were seen

وَحَقِّ أَسيافِ أَجفَانٍ لَهُم شُهِرَت

فَأُغمِدت في صَميمِ القَلبِ إِذ نَظَروا

And were sheathed into the heart's core when they looked

By the night of the branch that misguided its darkness' journey

وَلَيلِ فرعٍ أَضلَّ السَّفر غَيهَبُهُ

وَحَقِّ صُبحٍ هَداهُم عِندَما سَفَروا

And the dawn's truth that guided them when they traveled

My eyes have not seen beauty after them

ما إِن رأَت مُقلَتي من بَعدِهِم حَسَناً

كَلاَّ ولا خَطَرت في غَيرِهم فِكَرُ

No, nor has any thought occurred to me but theirs