ومعشوقِ الَّلمَى خنِثِ الجفونِ

كَذوب الوعد معتلِّ اليمينِ

With his languid, drowsy eyes, my lover is delicate as a girl

His promises are lies, his oaths mere pretense

مريض الطرفِ منخنِثِ السجايا

يكاد يذوب من ترفٍ ولِينِ

Sickly his gaze, his nature effeminate

He seems to melt in luxury and softness

كأنّ لحاظَه فَتَكات عزمي

وصحْة حسنه تصحيح دِيني

It's as if his glances sap my resolution

And his beauty restores my faith

أتاني والدّجى حَلِكُ المبَاني

كأنّ نجومَه زُرْقُ العيون

He came to me in the dark, when houses are vague,

As if his stars were the blue of eyes

فلمّا تَوَّج اليسرى بكأس

وصار الرطل قُرْطا لليمين

When he lifted the cup in his left hand

And made the flagon cling to his right

سقاني مِثل خدّيه مُداماً

تُلين جوانحَ الظبي الحَرونِ

He gave me wine like his cheeks to sip

That melts the feathers of the timid gazelle

كأنّ الراح وَردةُ جُلَّنارٍ

تبدّت في غِلالَةِ ياسَمِينِ

It was as if the wine were a jasmine blossom

Newly opened amid the dark leaves of the jasmine plant