طَلَلٌ لِعلوةَ دونَ سفحِ مُحجَّرِ

رَوَّتهُ دَيمةُ كلِّ غيثٍ مُمطِرِ

Ruins of a dwelling below a rocky hill

Watered by the rain of every downpour

وسَرَت عليهِ نُسيمةٌ معتلَّةٌ

عنَ غَيرِ طيِّبِ نَشرهِ لم تَنشُرِ

Over it blew an ailing breeze

That spread no fragrance of its pleasant dispersal

حتَّى تَسهَّمَ بُردُهُ بمُقتضَّبٍ

ومُخَضَّبٍ ومُدَرهَمٍ ومُدنَّرٍ

Until its chill mingled with shortened robes

And dyed and gilded and figured ones

ربعٌ علقتُ به وغصنُ شبيبتي

نَضِرٌ وفَودي لَيلهُ لم يُقمرِ

A garden I was devoted to, and the branch of my youth

Still green, though its prime at night was not moonlit

للهِ عَصرُ شبيبةٍ قضَّيتُه

في جوِّهِ بِرحيقِ صِرفٍ مُسكرِ

By God, the time of my youth I spent

In its atmosphere, sipping pure wine

مع كُلِّ مُعتدِلٍ يُرنِّحُ صَعدةً

مِن قدِّه ويُديرُ مقُلةَ جُؤذَرِ

With each graceful, swaying, gazelle-like one

With shapely neck and fawn-like doe eyes

ورَشيقةٍ ممشوقةٍ لو نُقِّبت

بالبَدرِ ليلةَ تَمِّهِ لم يُسفرِ

And a delicate, elegant one - if unveiled

On the full moon night, she'd not be outshone

خودُ تُريكَ سقيمَ جفنٍ لم يَكُن

مِن قَتلِ صَبٍّ مُغرمٍ مثلي بَري

Your cheek makes evident to me a sick, sleepless eye

Was not, for killing a passion-maddened lover like me, remorseful

تَفترُّ عن ثَغرٍ نضيدٍ دُرُّهُ

حُفَّت عقيقتُه بِسمطَي جَوهرِ

It sheds, from a dewy mouth whose pearls

Were adorned by its ruby with priceless jewels

يَحمي مُقبَّله بِطَرفٍ سَهمُهُ

يُصمي به من غَيرِ قوسٍ مُوتَرٍ

It protects its kisses with a gaze whose arrow

Can slay without even a taut bow