مُقْلتي تُبْدي

ما أخْفَيْتُ مِن وَجْدِي

My eyes reveal

What I've hidden of my passion

كيْفَ بالكِتْمانْ

وقد نَمَّ بي دَمْعي

How can I conceal

When my tears have grown

لِنْتُ لِلْهِجْران

وما اللَّيْنُ مِن طَبْعي

I've become inclined to separation

And gentleness isn't my nature

سطوةُ الأجفان

يضيقُ بها ذَرْعي

The power of my eyelids

Straitens my patience

وحْدُها يُرْدِى

فكيْفَ معَ الصَّدِّ

It alone reduces me

So how could I bear the separation

يا غزالاً حالْ

عَلى الصَّبَّ في الْعَهْدِ

Oh gazelle, what a state

To the passion in the covenant

بعْدما قد مال

عنِ الوصْلِ لِلْصَدِّ

After it has turned

From union to separation

ذَا الْجَفَا قد طال

وَقد جُرْتَ بالقصدِ

This aloofness has been prolonged

And you've been led with intention

لمْ أُرِد بُعْدِي

ولكنَّهُ سَعْدي

I didn't want my distance

But it is my fortune

بأبي أهْيَف

رجعت ككشْجِيّه

By my father Hayif

I have returned like a young plant

شادِنٌ أوْطَفْ

بَدَا وردُ خَدَّيْهِ

Florid and gentle

The roses of his cheeks appeared

خافَ أن يُقْطَفْ

حَمَاهُ بِعَيْنَهِ

Fearing they'd be plucked

He protected them with his eyes

كَالْقَنَا الْمَلْذِي

يَحُومُ عَلى الْوَرْدِ

Like a sparrow hawk

Hovering over roses

مُنْيَةَ الْقَلْبِ

عَبِيدُكُمْ هَيْمانْ

Death of the heart

Your servant Hayman

خَلِّ عَنْ عَتْبِ

وَدَعْ عَنْكَ ما قدْ كانْ

Stop blaming

And leave what has passed

بُغْيَةَ الصَّبَّ

أنْ يَكْتَبْ مِن الْغِلمانْ

The desire of passion

That it may write from the youths

خَيْرَ ما عِنْدِي

إِذا صِحْتَي عَبْدِي

The best I have

When you are well, my servant