يا مولعاً بملامِي حسبكَ الله

كم ذا تهيّج مغرى القلب مضناه

O you who blame me, enough!

How often you stir the inclinations of my weary heart!

هذا الحبيب وذا فكري وذا جلدِي

في راحتيه فقل لي كيف أنساه

This beloved, my thoughts, my patience -

Tell me, how can I forget his comfort?

إنِّي لأعلم أنَّ الرشد أجمعه

في تركه غير أنَّ النفس تهواه

I know that reason says

I should leave him, though my soul desires him.

ساجي اللّواحظ خمريّ مقبله

داجي الذوائب بدريّ محيَّاه

My glances intoxicated with wine, my beloved greeting me,

My cheek shining like the full moon beaming at me.

إن كانَ للحبِّ شخص فهو مهجته

أو كانَ للحسنِ لفظ فهو معناه

If love has a being, it is my innermost heart;

If beauty has an expression, it is his meaning.

أفديه بدراً بقلبِ الصبّ غزوته

وفي السماء برغم الصبّ لقياه

I ransom him with my heart in the attack of love,

And in the sky, despite my sobbing, I meet him.

لو لم يكن ريقهُ خمراً ومرشفه

ما عربدت عينه واهْتزَّ عطفاه

If it were not for his saliva being wine, and his mouthwater honey,

His eyes would not flutter, and his limbs not stir.