مبيحٌ حِمى الإِشراك حتَّى كَأَنَّهُ

هوَ الحُبُّ والإِشراكُ أحشاءُ هائِمِ

It welcomes the sharing of love until it seems

That love and sharing are the guts of the lover

بكلِّ فَتىً ثَقفٍ لَو أَنَّ فُؤادَهُ

بِراحَته أَغناهُ عَن كُلِّ صَارِمِ

With every refined young man - if only his heart

In its comfort made him needless of all weapons

كَأَنَّ الحشا لِلذكرِ أَوتارُ قَينَةٍ

تَهزُّ بِعُنّابٍ عَلى الضَّربِ دائِمِ

It's as if the guts are strings of an oud

That tremble with a plectrum at a constant beat

وَإِلا حَشا غَرسيَّةَ الخافِق الَّذي

تُزَعزِعُهُ أَرماحُ يَحيِى بن هاشِمِ

Otherwise they are my fleshly pounding heart

Shaken by the spears of Yahya son of Hashim