إِنّ الّتي حَكتِ الضّحى

والصُّبحُ في أسْرِ الدّياجِي

She who spun tales at dawn

While morning lurked in the folds of night

ما كنتُ يومَ تعرّضتْ

لِي من حِبالتها بناجِ

The day she set her traps for me

With her ropes of love

أدْوَتْ فؤادِي من صَبا

بتها وضنّتْ بالعلاجِ

She made my heart ache with yearning

And nursed it with hope

ولقد أقولُ لها وضل

لَ عن النّصيحةِ مَنْ يُداجِي

And though I say to her, one who

Persists in false hope is led astray

يا حُلْوةً كم دون حُلْ

وكِ للمتيَّمِ من أُجاجِ

O sweetness, how much bitterness

There is for the lovesick besides you

وإذا ضَنِنْتِ فقد أسَأْ

تِ وفي يديكِ بلوغُ حاجِي

And when you spurn me, you have done

Wrong, for my wish rests in your hands