هُوَ ظالِمي لَكن أرِقُّ عَلَيهِ

مِن أَن أُجيلَ اللَّحظَ في خَدَّيهِ

He is my oppressor, yet I yearn for him

More than postponing the moment on his cheeks

أعفَيتُ رِقةَ وَجنَتَيهِ مِن أَذى

عَيني وَما أُعفِيتُ مِن عَينَيهِ

I spared the softness of his cheeks from harm

My eyes did not spare me from his eyes

وَكَأنَّ دُرَّ الخَدِّ يُكسى حُمرَة ال

ياقوتِ مِن نظرِ العُيونِ إِلَيهِ

As if the apples of his cheeks were coated with

Ruby by the gazes of eyes upon him

وَكَأَنَّ خَجلَتَهُ إِذا ما فارقت

وَجَناتِهِ عادَت إِلى خَدَّيهِ

As if his shyness, when I left

His cheeks, returned to his cheeks