أوَما لجفنك أو لفعلك ماضي

في سفكهِ لدمي وفي الأعراض

Do your eyelids and your deeds have no past

In shedding my blood and violating my honor?

لكَ يا أميرَ الحسن حكمٌ فاقْض بي

ما أنتَ في أهل المحبَّة قاض

For you, O prince of beauty, is a judgment, so judge me

What are you among the people of love but a judge?

وسهام لحظك لا تردُّ عن الحشا

ووحقّ حسنكَ إنَّها أغراضي

And the arrows of your glance do not miss their marks

By the truth of your beauty, they are my ruin

وتلذّ أمراضي عليك وليتني

أدري أحسنك ساخطٌ أم راضي

And my afflictions are sweet because of you, and would that I knew

Are you, O most beautiful one, angry or content?