لو زارَ طيفُ خيالِهِ

للمُستهامِ الوالِهِ

If the specter of his imagination

Visited the passionate admirer,

بلَّ الصَّدى من قلبِه

وشَفاهُ من بَلبالهِ

His heart would cry out,

And his lips quiver with yearning.

رشأٌ شمائِلُهُ مُوَكَّ

لةٌ بفَرطِ مِلالهِ

Disheveled are his features,

Overcome with melancholy.

ليس الدَّليلُ له على ال

هُجرانِ غيرَ دَلالهِ

He has no proof of abandonment

Except his own misery.

البدرُ تحتَ لِثامهش

والغُصنُ في سِربالهِ

The moon is veiled,

The branch cloaked.

لم يجلُ ليلَ صدودِه

عنِّي بصبُحِ جَمَالهِ

The night did not unveil

Its rejection at his beauty's dawn.

إِن عمَّ جسمي بالضنَّا

فَفِداءُ نُقطةِ خالهِ

If sorrow has enveloped my body,

His beauty spot is my redemption.

يا ثغرَهُ آهاً على ال

مَختومِ من جريالهِ

Oh his lips, alas,

Sealed away from his flow.

عَسلٌ حَماهُ ما يهُزُّ

القَدُّ من عَسَّالهِ

Honey protected what shakes

The branches with bees.

يَسطو بطَرفٍ فاترٍ

لم تنبُ بِيضُ نِصالهِ

With a listless glance,

His arrows did not shoot forth.

عن قوسِ حاجبه يُفوِّ

قُ صائباتِ نِبالهِ

Above his brow he surpasses

The arrows of his quiver.

يا فاضحاً قمرَ الدُّجا

بالحُسنِ عند كَمالهِ

Oh you who disgraced the moon

With perfect beauty.

الله في صَبً شَجِ

أنتَ العليمُ بحالهِ

My God, have mercy

You know his state.

لا يعرفُ الشَّكوى ولا

يُصغي إلى عُذَّالهِ

He knows no complaint,

Nor listens to blame.

ما حالَ عن ميثاقِه

لا والنَّبي وآلهِ

He did not break his covenant,

No, by God and His prophets.