وَجَمرَةُ الوَجنَةِ ذَا

تُ لَهَبٍ فِي بَدَنِ

The embers of passion with

Their burning flames in my body

ودُرُّ ثَغرِكَ وَمَا

لِدُرِّهِ مِن ثَمَنِ

And the pearls of your mouth, though

Those pearls have no price

وَغُصنُ قَدِّكَ الذِي

منه الصُّدودَ أجتَني

And the branch of your stature that

Has brought me ecstasy

وَعارِضٌ من أَجلِه

قد مَسَّنِي مَا مَسَّنِي

And a glance for which

I was touched by what has touched me

وليلُ طُرَّةٍ وصُب

حُ غُرَّةٍ في قَرَنِ

And the night of a flock and the dawn

Of a cave in the meadows

ما لِبَناتِ الرُّومِ زُر

قَ اللَّحظِ زُهرَ المَرنِ

The Roman girls have not

The radiance of your eyes, glow of coral

ولا لِفَصٍّ أَزرَقِ ال

لََونِ كريمِ المَعدِنِ

Nor does the blue chrysocolla

Of sublime essence

ولا لِعَينَي أجدَلٍ

يا فِتنَةَ المُفتِنِ

Nor, oh seducer of hearts

Do your fawn-like eyes

ولا فِرِندٍ صارِمٍ

عَضبٍ سليلِ اليَمَنِ

Nor a sharp sword of Yemen

Wroth and angry

وَلاَ لِمَوجَةٍ صَفَت

ولا سَمَاءِ وَطَني

Nor a wave that has passed

Nor the sky of my country

زُرقةُ عَينَيكَ الَّتي

بِها تَزيدُ مِحَني

The blueness of your eyes with

Which you increase my troubles

لا تَرنُ نحوي بِهِمَا

فَإِنَّني فَإِنَّني

Do not glance at me with them

For I, for I...