كلَّما قلتُ جُد لذُلِّي وحُزني

باللَّقا قالَ لا وَعزِّي وحُسني

Whenever I say, please end my humiliation and sorrow

He says no, and dignify and delight me

قمرٌ كاملُ الصِّفاتِ مُنيرٌ

تحتَ ليلٍ من شَعرهِ فوقَ غُصنِ

A perfect, bright moon

Under a night of his hair above a branch

يستبيحُ الدِّماءَ ظُلماً وبَغياً

لا بسيفِ ماضٍ ولكن بجفنِ

Who unjustly and aggressively sheds blood

Not with a passed sword, but with an eyelid

كلَّما قالَ طَرفُه لا وكلاً

قالَ وَجدي عسَى وليتَ وإِني

Whenever his glance says no and never

My passion says perhaps, if only and indeed

جلَّ وَصفاً من أن يُشبَّه بالأَغصا

نِ عطفا وبالغَزلِ الأغَنِّ

Too glorious in description to be compared to the branches

In gentleness and in tender song

من مُجيري من جائرٍ جازَ حداً

وغُلواً في هجرهِ والتَّجني

I have no protector against an oppressor who has crossed limits

In his estrangement and avoidance of me

قالَ لي خَصرهُ كفاكَ بأن تُس

نِدَ أَخبارَ سُقمِ جِسمِكَ عنِّي

He said to me, your waist is enough, stop

Telling me the news of your body’s illness from me