يا مُترَفاً يَمشي الهُوَينا غِرَّةً

وَيَهُزُّ أَعطافَ القَضيبِ المورِقِ

O you who walks arrogantly, strutting

And brandishing the polished riding-stick

جَمَعَت ذُؤابَتُهُ وَنورُ جَبينِهِ

بَينَ الدُجُنَّةِ وَالصَباحِ المُشرِقِ

His beauty and the light of his forehead gathered

Between the darkness and the shining dawn

هَل كانَ عِندَكَ أَنَّ عِندي لَوعَةً

يَنبو لَها طَرفُ السِنانِ الأَزرَقِ

Did you know that I have a burning anguish

For which the pupil of the blue eye mourns

طالَت مُراقَبَةُ الخَيالِ وَدونَهُ

رَعيُ الدُجى فَمَتى أَنامُ فَنَلتَقي

Long has been my watching the imagination, while below it

The darkness grazes, so when shall we meet and unite

ما بَينَ نَحرٍ بِالدُموعِ مُقَلَّدٍ

فَرَحاً وَجيدٍ بِالعِناقِ مُطَوَّقِ

Between a throat adorned with tears

And a neck encircled with joyful embrace