يا مَن شَراني لَهُ نَخّاسُ هِمَّتِهِ

لَما تَأَمَّلَني في سوقِ عِشرَتِهِ

O you who sold me to one whose ambition's broker

Appraised me in the market of his company,

وَمَن نَشَرتُ لَهُ مِن تَحتَ مُعتَقِدي

مِثلَ الَّذي قَد طَوى لي في طَوِيَّتِهِ

And she to whom I revealed, from my innermost thoughts,

The like of what he had folded up inside his wrap;

عِندي مِن الزُطِّ ظَبيٌ صادَهُ شَرَكي

لَما بَدا سانِحاً في رَوضِ خِلعَتِهِ

I have a singing-girl, a wild doe, caught by my huntsmen

When she came into view in a garden of riches;

لَهُ غِناءٌ يَهُزُّ القَلبَ مِن طَرَبٍ

إِن هَزَّ أَعطافُهُ في ثَوبِ نَغمَتِهِ

She has a song that makes the heart quiver with delight

If her vocalizations quiver in the raiment of her melody;

وَمَن إِذا ما اِستَوَينا في مَراتِبِنا

وافى إِلَينا بِراحٍ مِثلَ وَجنَتِهِ

And she who, when we were made equal in our stations,

Approached us with a wind like her own cheek's softness;

يُديرُها وَعَلى لَبّاتِ أَكؤُسِها

مِثلَ الَّذي دارَ مِن دَرٍّ بِلَبَّتِهِ

She turns it about, while on the cheeks of her goblets

Is a dewdrop like that which turned on her cheek;

وَنَحنُ في مَجلِسٍ كَحَليِ خُرَّمِهِ

ما إِن أُشَبِّهُهُ إِلّا بِطُرَّتِهِ

While we are in a meadow-like sitting place, not unlike her veil,

I compare it only to her cloak;

يَحُفّهُ نَرجِسٌ طابَت رَوائِحُهُ

فَلَيسَ يَصلُحُ إِلّا أُختَ نَكهَتِهِ

Narcissi surround it, their fragrances sweet Nothing suits it but the sister of her musk's delicacy;

Aim for an outing spot from which stretches to us

فَصٍر إِلى نُزهَةٍ مِمَّن يُطالِعُنا

زَهرُ المَلاحَةِ مِن بُستانِ طَلعَتِهِ

The blossoms of pleasance from the garden of its rising;

So time makes clear, then urges on the traveler, diligent,

فَالوَقتُ يُجلى فَحَثَّ السَيرَ مُجتَهِداً

عَساكَ تُدرِكُهُ في نَفسِ زينَتِهِ

May you overtake it in the prime of its adornment!