تَحَدَّرَ ماءُ مُقلَتِهِ

فَخَرَّقَ وَردَ وَجنَتِهِ

His tears flowed down

The water of his eyes flowed down,

And tore through his roses and garden

And furrowed the roses of his cheek,

لِأَنّي رُمتُ قُبلَتَهُ

عَلى ميقاتِ غَفلَتِهِ

For I had shot my kisses

Because I sought to steal a kiss,

Toward him at his unawareness

In a moment of his heedlessness.

فَلَمّا وَسَّدَتهُ الكَأ

سُ حَلَّ رِباطَ جُبَّتِهِ

So when slumber shrouded him

And when the wine cup laid him down,

The knot of his robe came undone

It loosed the binding of his robe.

فَوَيلي مِنهُ حينَ يُفي

قُ مِن غَمَراتِ سَكرَتِهِ

Woe to me, when he sobers

Then woe is me when he awakes,

From the flood of his drunkenness

From the deep floods of drunken sleep.

أُراهُ سَوفَ يَقتُلُني

بِبَعضِ سُيوفِ مُقلَتِهِ

I see he will kill me

I fear that he will slaughter me,

With some of his tears’ swords

With the sharp swords of his gaze,

وَلا سيما وَقَد غَيَّر

تُ عَقدَ رِباطِ تِكَّتِهِ

Especially now that she had changed

Especially since I have changed

The knot of his skullcap

The knotted cord about his waist.