في بِذلةِ النَّومِ قد تبدَّى

مُزرقَّةٍ يرتدِي وِشاحا

In the humiliation of sleep appeared,

Wearing a blue cloak,

فهل رَأيتم جمَالَ بَدرٍ

إن في ازرِقَاقِ السَّماء لاحَا

Have you seen the beauty of the full moon,

When it rose in the blueness of the sky?

يا مَن غزا قلبَنَا بلحظٍ

وقامةٍ تُخجِلُ الرِّمَاحا

O you who conquered our hearts with a glance,

And a stature that puts spears to shame,

عيناكَ فينا تجدُّ فِعلا

والقولُ مِنكم غدَا مِزاحا

Your eyes find in us a reaction,

While words from you have become joking,

بل أنتَ تروي حديثَ لُطفٍ

وإننا نحتَسيهِ رَاحا

Rather you narrate a story of gentleness,

While we perceive it as comfort,

تَروي نِكاتا لنا عِذابا

فتُخرِس الألسُنَ الفِصَاحا

You narrate to us agonizing subtleties,

That make eloquent tongues fall silent,

ألجفنُ لم يكتحِل بغمضٍ

والقلبُ في الوجد ما استَراحا

My eyelids did not wear kohl of sleep,

And my heart did not find rest in passion,

إرحَم مُحِبا لكم وَلُوعا

خافَ على سِرِّه افتِضَاحا

Have mercy on a lover, anguished for you,

Fearing his secret will be exposed,

فلا تلُمه فما توانَى

مُكتِّما جَهده وبَاحا

So do not blame him, he did not hesitate,

Concealing his struggle, though crying out.