يا جاعلاً عينيهِ من أَشراكِ

تَركي هواكَ نهايةُ الإِشراكِ

O you who made his eyes out of snares

Leave your love, it is the end of snares

لم أدرِ حينَ أراكَ تخطِرُ مائساً

أقوامُ قدِّكَ أم قضيبُ أراكِ

When I saw you saunter gracefully

Were your stature people or a walking stick of arak wood

أم قد حكيتَ البدرَ ليلةَ تِمِّهِ

فاستَعظمَ المحكيُّ قدرَ الحاكي

Or did you narrate the full moon on the night of its perfection

So the narrator magnified the worth of the narrator

وكمِ اعترضتَ تَذلُّلي بِتَذلُّلِ

وكمِ ابتسمتَ وجَفنُ عيني باكي

And how often you interrupted my flirtation with flirtation

And how often you smiled while my eyelids cried

ما شئتَ عاتبني وعاقبني به

إِلاَّ بساحرِ طَرفكَ الفتاكِ

Whatever you wanted to reproach me and punish me with

Except with your captivating glancing eyes

لو لم تَرُح شاكي سلاحِ الُمقلةِ ال

نَّجلاِ ما أضحى لسانيَ شاكي

Had you not been complaining of the weapon of separation

My tongue would not have become complaining

يا آمري بخلاص قلبي من هوىً

لم أرجُ منه مدى الزَّمانَ فِكاكي

O you who commanded my heart be rid of passion

I did not see any deliverance from it for an epoch

أينَ المفرُّ لعاشقٍ مُتهتِّكٍ

صرعَتهُ أسهمُ أعيُنِ الأتراكِ

Where can the passionate overwhelmed lover flee

Brought down by the arrows of the eyes of the Turks

وبمُهجتي منهم أغنُّ إذا بدا

سجدت له الأقمارُ في الأفلاكِ

And my beloved among them, when he appears

The moons in the cosmos bow down before him

يُزري على الرَّوضِ الُمدَبَّجِ ثغرُهُ

عندَ الصبَّاح بَعبقَةِ المِسواكِ

He visits the well-adorned garden, his mouth

Scented at dawn with the toothbrush of miswak