ومخطف القدّ معسول مقبلهُ

ودّي لعينيهِ مغسولٌ من الدنس

With a supple, honey-sweet gait he approaches,

His eyes are washed clean of impurities.

يشوق غلَّةَ قلبي ورد مقلتهِ

وقد تسلسل في ظلٍّ من اللعس

He captivates the core of my heart, his words like roses,

Having descended in the shade of the evening.

كأنهُ نطفةٌ من ماء محنيةٍ

مرَّ النسيم عليها باردَ النفس

As if he were a teardrop of afflicted water

Over which the breeze blew with a cool breath.

زفَّ الحميَّا إلى خطاَّبها وجلا

وجهاً من الصبح في شعرٍ من الغلس

The doves gathered to his amorous talk,

A face like the dawn framed in dark tresses.

والغيث يبكي ووجهُ الأرض مبتسمٌ

فالجوُّ في مأتمٍ والأرض في عرس

The rain weeps while the face of the earth smiles,

So the clouds are in mourning and the land celebrates a wedding.

يسعى فأعمل فكري وهو يحملها

تعجُّباً كيف يمشي البدرُ في قبس

He strives while my mind works as he carries

Wonder, how can the full moon walk with a lantern?

وبتُّ والسُّحبُ قد مدَّت ستائرها

لمَّا رأينَ عيون الشهب كالحرس

I passed the night while the clouds had spread their curtains

When the eyes of the shooting stars saw them like guards.

ألهو ببدر الدجى ما شيب بالكـ

ـلف البادي وظبي النقا ما عيب بالخس

Is he not the full moon of nightfall that has whitened

With hoarfrost? The antelope of the thicket and the wild goat of the slopes are not more graceful than the lettuce.