لما أَشارت بعُنَّابٍ على عَنَم

نَحْوي وعَبْرَتُها ممزوجةٌ بدمِ

When she gestured with her fingers towards a lamb

Towards me, and her teardrops were mingled with blood,

وأَسفرتْ فبدا من وجهها قمَرٌ

عليه من شرِها داجٍ من الظُّلَم

And dawn broke, so that a moon appeared on her face,

On which was a darkness, cast by her evil,

عانقتُها ودموعي في مدامعها

مُنْهَلَّةٌ وتلاثَمْنا فَماً بفم

I embraced her, and my tears were in her tears,

Flowing, and we kissed mouth to mouth,

كأَنَّ في ثغرها الصَّهْبَاء قد فُتِقَتْ

بماءِ وردٍ لذِيذٍ باردٍ شَبِم

As though in her chaste mouth had been opened

A spring of sweet, cool rose-water,

حُبِّي لِوجْهك يا من رحت أَضمِرها

حُبِّي لِبَدْل النَّدَى والجُودِ والكَرِم

My love for your face, O she whom I kept it secret,

My love for the substitute of dew, generosity and nobility.