أذكرني النرِجِسُ أجفانَ مَنْ

غادرني في صُفرةِ النرجِسِ

The narcissus reminds me of the eyelids of the one

Who left me in the yellowness of the narcissus

فلم أزل ألثم مبيضَّه

شوقاً على طِيبِ جَنَى الأكؤسِ

So I did not stop kissing its whiteness

Yearning for the sweetness of the cup of anemones

حتى أشاب الصبحُ فرعَ الدجى

ولم أنم عنه ولم ينعسِ

Until the morning graced the branch of night shadows

And I did not sleep, nor was he sleepy

يا من حكى النرجِس لي نَشْره

ماذا تقلَّدت من الأنفسِ

O you who told me about the narcissus and its blossoming

What have you worn from souls?

هبك لبِست الصبح وجها فمِن

أين لبِست الشَعْر كالحِندِسِ

Indeed, you wore the dawn a face, so from where

Did you wear your hair like jasmine?

والله لا زال عليك الهوى

وَقْفاً وإن كنت الظلومَ المُسِي

By God, passion for you still remains

Standing still, even if you are the unfair tormentor