أضنُّ بِنَفسي عَن هوى البيضِ كلّما

تيقّنت أنّ الحبَّ ذُلٌّ لصاحِبهْ

I distance myself from the love of beauties whenever

I'm convinced that love is humiliation for its beholder,

ولا خُدِعتْ عينِي بضوءِ وميضِهِ

ولا مُطِرَتْ أرضي بماء سحائِبِهْ

And my eyes weren't deceived by the light of its glitter,

Nor was my land watered with the rain of its clouds.

وسيرِيَ في كُورِ المَطيَّةِ موجِفاً

على شاحطِ الأقطارِ هافٍ براكِبِهْ

And my journey through the expanses of plain, startling

On the shore of regions, confused with its rider.

أقَرُّ لعينِي من عناقِ مُهَفْهَفٍ

أَبيتُ سوادَ اللّيل بين ترائِبِهْ

I admit to my eye the embrace of an affectionate one

I spent the blackness of night amongst its wreaths.

ولمّا سقاني الدّهرُ صِرْفاً صروفَهُ

كِرَعتُ شراباً لا يَلَذّ لشارِبِهْ

And when the days let me taste the sips of its sips

I drank a drink with no pleasure for its drinker.

فلا تطلبا عندي النجاة فإنّنِي

أروحُ وأغدو في إِسارِ عجائِبِهْ

So do not ask me for salvation, for I

Go and return in the captivity of its wonders.