لقد طالَ سعياً للصَبا بالرسائلِ

ولم يأن من عهد الصِبا عهدُ آمِلِ

He has long sought the youth through messages,

Yet the era of childhood affection has not arrived hopefully,

ليالٍ بها باتَ الحبيبُ مُجالسي

وطير التهاني صادحٌ في المنازلِ

Nights in which the beloved stayed conversing with me,

And the birds of joy were clamoring in the dwellings,

وسرّ الدجى مرخىً على الأفقِ حالك

وترديدُ ألحانٍ وصوت عنادلِ

The secret of nightfall sprawling on the horizon somberly

And the echo of melodies and voice of swallows,

وطاف يديرُ الكأسَ طوراً وينثني

رَشَا ما له في حُسْنِه من مُماثِلِ

He went around pouring the wine intermittently

Sprinkling what he has of beauty that has no equal,

فأبصرتُ فجراً من ثناياه طالِعاً

وشمْسَين من راع ووجه مناول

So I saw a dawn rising from his sides,

And two suns from a shepherd and a serving face,

وأعطافه ما سَمْهَريّ مُنازِلٍ

وألحاظه ما هندوانيُّ باسِلِ

And his cheeks are like a fawn's grazing place,

And his glances are like Indian basil,

كأنَّ عذاراً منه جاوز خدَّه

غبوق ورودٍ في الضحى والأصائل

As if fresh pure rose in the morning and evening,

Passed over his cheek youthfully,

وباتَ على نحْر الرباب وثيرها

يحكّ جلابيبَ التهاني لرافلِ

And he spent the night on the neck of the lute and its strings,

Relating the garment of joy to the composer,

وتستنطق العيدان طوْراً أناملٌ

كأفلاذِعاجٍ من خضيبٍ وناِصلِ

And the fingers evoke intermittently,

Like the young offspring of a meadow and sprouts