بِسحرِ جُفونكَ المرضى الصِّحاحِ

وما في فيكَ من مِسكِ وراحِ

With the magic of your eyelids, the sick become healthy,

And the musk and fragrance in you,

وما تَثنيهِ من قدِّ رشيقٍ

تتيهُ بهِ على سُمرِ الرِّماحِ

And what your graceful neck curves,

Wandering with it over the ridges of spears.

أَعد زَمنَ الوصالِ وَعُد مريضاً

لِحاظُك لم تدعهُ من الصِّحاحِ

Promise a time of connection and promise a sick one,

Your cheek did not let it go from being healthy.

تركتَ زيارَتي عبَثاً وظلُماً

فَمَا أَنا بالِملاحِ عنِ السَّماحِ

You left my visit in vain and injustice,

So I am not to be blamed for forgiveness over punishment.

صَدفتُ عليكَ خَوفاً من رقيبٍ

خَيالكُ هل عليهِ من جُناحِ

I came upon you fearing a watcher,

Does your imagination have any wings?

ضلالاً للمُرجِّي منكَ سِلماً

وَلحظُكَ لم يَزَل شاكي السِّلاحِ

Lost to the one hopeful of you as a path,

And your gaze has not stopped sharpening weapons.

تَميلُ بِعطفكَ النَّشوانِ سُكراً

فَلِم لا اللَّحظُ منكَ أَراهُ صاحي

You make the tender branch drunk with your kindness,

So why do I not see the glance from you awake?

أُعيذُكَ من رِضاكِ بِظلُمٍ مِثلي

وَأَنت اليومَ سُلطانُ المِلاحِ

I seek refuge for you from accepting injustice like me,

And you today are the sultan of wisdom.

بِحُبِّكَ فاحَتِكم واشتطَّ فينا

جَوارحَ مُثخَناتٍ بالجراحِ

With your love, passions were aroused and tangled in us,

Limbs riddled with wounds.

أَقامَ جمالُ وَجهِكَ فيكَ عُذري

فها أَنا آمِنٌ لَومَ اللَّواحي

The beauty of your face established my excuse in you,

So here I am, safe from the blamers.

أَهُمَّ بِكتمِ سِرَّ هواكَ جهَدي

فيأبى الدَّمعُ إلاَّ بافتضِاحي

I exerted myself to conceal the secret of my passion for you,

But the tears insist on exposing me.

يَظلُّ لِسانهُ كالقَلبِ صَمتاً

وفي أَحشائِهِ قَلِقُ الوِشاحِ

His tongue remains silent like the heart,

And restless sorrows in his intestines.

أَيا من خدُّهُ والثَّغرُ هذا

وهذا للشَّقيقِ وللأقاحي

Oh you whose cheek and lips are so,

And this for the apple of the eye and for the eyelashes.