فَلا وَصلُها يَبدو فَتَبلى بِلا بِلى

وَلا ليَ صَبرٌ مُنجِدٌ فأخونُها

Her union does not appear, so it fades without fading

And I have no helping patience, so I betray her

نَحيلَةُ جَفنِ العينِ مِن غيرِ عِلَّة

كَذاكَ سُيوفُ الهندِ تَبلى جُفونُها

The eyelid is delicate without illness

Thus are the Indian swords, their eyelids wear away

أَرى سودَها أَمضى وأفتك في الحَشا

فَما بالُ أَنقاها بَياضاً ثَمينُها

I see her blackness is permanent and most manifest in beauty

So why did I find her whiteness precious?

وَلَم أَنسها يَومَ النَوى إِذ تَحَجَّبَت

وَقَد غَفلَ الواشي وَغابَت عيونُها

And I did not forget her the day she was veiled

While the spy was heedless and her eyes disappeared

فَفاضَت دُموعُ العَينِ حَتّى رأَيتَني

تَلفَّتُّ نحو الدارِ لا أَستَبينُها

So the tears of my eyes overflowed until you saw me

Turning to the house, unable to discern it

فَما أَسبَلتِ إِذ أَعرضت من ستورها

بأَمنع مِمّا أَرسلَتها جُفونُها

So why did you not let down your veil when you turned from her curtains?

More unwilling than what her eyelids let down

لَو لَم تَخُن في يَمينها

وَمُدَّت لِتَوديع اليَّ يَمينُها

If she had not betrayed her oath

And extended to bid me farewell with her right hand

وَنَفسٌ إِذا هَبَّت جَنوب تَنَفَّسَت

تَحِنُّ اِشتِياقاً لَو شَفاها حَنينُها

A soul when it blows south breathes

Yearning, if only its lips smelled of its sighing

فبالشرف الا عَلى هَواها وَشُكرِها

نَدى شَرفِ الدين بنِ عصرون دينُها

So by the honor but for her passion and gratitude

The call of the honor of Sharaf ad-Din Ibn Asrun his religion

مَتى قَصَدت في طُرقها دونَ عزه

فَلا اِنفرجت عَن سَهلِ أَمرٍ حزونُها

When she intended in her ways without his glory

Neither an easy matter relieved her gloom

وَإِن طَمعَت مِن غَيرِهِ في نَوالِهِ

فَلا صَدقَت فيما رَجَتهُ ظُنونُها

And if she hoped from another for his bestowal

Neither were true the things she wished in her thoughts