تركت التغزُّل من أول

وصيرته بعد مدح مرادِي

I abandoned flirtation from the start

And made praising my beloved my pursuit

وقالت ليَ العين ذاك الطعام

ما كان أبهجه في سوادي

And my eyes told me that food

Was not as delightful during my gloom

أيامن أياديهِ مشهورةٌ

لدى كلّ وادٍ وفي كلِّ ناد

His generous hands are well-known

To every valley and in every club

وما سرق القول فيه الثنا

فحاشاه من قطع تلكَ الأيادِي

And praise did not falsely speak of him

So shame on those who would cut off those hands

أذكِّر مولايَ ما قلتُ في

مقاطيع شعرٍ تجوب البوادِي

I remind my master what I said in

Pieces of poetry that roamed the deserts

عهدت فؤادِي ملآن من

شجونٍ ولا موضعٌ لازْدِياد

I pledged my heart full

Of sorrows with no room for increase

إلى أن تعشّقت حلو الكنافا

ت للحلو زاويةً في فؤادِي

Until I fell for the sweet kunafa

The sweet found a corner in my heart