كَم بَينَ أَجفانِك مِن صارِم

يسُلُّه اللَحظُ عَلى الهائِمِ

How many a fierce glance lies between your eyelids,

That its sharpness slides over the enthralled one.

يا ظالِماً حَكَّمتُه فاِعتَدى

اليكَ أَشكو مِنكَ يا ظالِمي

O unjust one whom I appointed as judge, yet you transgressed,

To you I complain of you, O my unjust one.

ما أَبعَدَ المَظلومَ مِن حَقِّهِ

إِن كانتِ الدَعوى عَلى الحاكِمِ

How far the oppressed one is from his right,

If the claim is upon the judge.

لَم أَدرِ مِن أَينَ دَهاني الهَوى

وَجار بي عَن خَطِّهِ السالمِ

I know not from where passion has painted me,

And my neighbor has deviated from his line of peace.

مِن طَرفِكَ الأَكحَلِ أَم ثغ

ركَ الباسِم أَمِ مِن شعرك الفاحمِ

Was it from your kohl-lined eye, or your cheek's

Radiant dimple, or from your fragrant hair?

حكمتَ في العشاقِ فاِحكم كَما

مُحَمَّدٌ حُكَّم في العالِم

You have judged the lovers, so judge as

Muhammad judged the world.