أَذهَبتُ فِضَّةَ خَدِّهِ بِعِتابي

وَنَثَرتُ دُرَّ دُموعِهِ بِخِطابي

I wasted the silver of his cheek with my reproach,

And scattered the pearls of his tears with my words.

ظَبيٌ جَعَلتُ كِناسَهُ قَلبي فَلَم

أَعقِل لِصَيدِ سِواهُ قَبلَ طِلابي

A gazelle - I made its dwelling my heart, so I had

No sense left for hunting any other game before my yearning.

فَزَها عَلَيَّ وَمَرَّ يَسحَبُ ذَيلَهُ

بَينَ التَكَبُّرِ مِنهُ وَالإِعجابِ

So it swaggered against me, dragging its tail

Between its pride in itself and my admiration.

فَحَلَفتُ أَنّي إِن ظَفِرتُ بِخَدِّهِ

لَأُرَصِّعَنَّ مُدامَهُ بِحَبابي

So I swore that if I gained possession of his cheek,

I would stud its smoothness with my kisses.