أَراحَ اللَهُ مِن بَصَري

كَما قَد سامَني نَظَري

May God relieve me of my sight,

Just as my gaze has brought affliction upon me.

يُكَلِّفُني تَوَلُّعُهُ

بِمُردانٍ ذَوي خَطَرِ

Its infatuation burdens me

With beardless youths of perilous consequence.

فَواحُزناهُ مِن عَينٍ

بِنَظرَتِها جَنَت ضَرَري

Oh, the sorrow caused by an eye

That, by its glance, has reaped my ruin.

فَإِن عاتَبتُها فيهِ

أَحالَتني عَلى القَدَرِ

For if I reproach it for this,

It refers me to Destiny.

فَتَخصِمُني فَأَسكُتُ لا

أُحيرُ القَولَ كَالحَجَرِ

It defeats me in argument, so I fall silent,

Unable to return a word, like a stone.

فَيا مَن لَم يَكُن لِلحُب

بِ فيهِ مَيلُ ذي وَطَرِ

O you who, regarding love,

Possess no inclination of desire,

وَلَم يَذُقِ الهَوى نَوعَي

نِ مِثلَ الشَهدِ وَالسَبرِ

And who has not tasted the two types of passion:

The sweet honey and the bitter aloe.

تَلومُ فَوَالَّذي نَجّا

كَ مِن شَوقي وَمِن ذِكَري

You cast blame; yet by the One who saved

You from my longing and my brooding thoughts,

لَوَ اِنَّكَ ذُقتَ أَحياناً

مُخالاةً مِنَ الفِكَرِ

If only you had tasted, at times,

The solitude of obsessive contemplation,

وَقَد فَتَحَ الهَوى بِيَدَي

كَ أَلواناً مِنَ العِبَرِ

And passion had opened, by your own hands,

Various hues of sorrowful lessons,

وَأَنتَ عَلَيكَ مَغضوبٌ

وَقَلبُكَ غَيرُ مُصطَبِرِ

While you lay under its wrath,

With a heart unable to endure patience,

إِذَن لَعَلِمتَ أَنَّ الحُب

بَ يَأخُذُ أَخذَ مُقتَدِرِ

Then you would have known that love

Seizes with the grasp of the Omnipotent.

فَإِنّي مُضمِرٌ أَمراً

أَنا مِنهُ عَلى خَطَرِ

For I am concealing a matter

That places me in grave danger.

فَوا أَسَفا تَلاعَبَ بي

جُنونُ الحُبِّ في صِغَري

Alas! The madness of love

Toyed with me in my youth,

فَأَهرَمَني بِلا كِبَرٍ

وَبَثَّ الشَيبَ في شَعري

It aged me without the years of old age,

And scattered gray throughout my hair.

فَقولوا لِلَّذي أَهوى

وَكَيفَ تَكَلُّمُ القَمَرِ

So say to the one I desire—

Though how can one speak to the moon?

فُديتَ إِلى مَتى ذا الشَخ

صُ مِنكَ يَضُجُّ في البَشَرِ

May you be ransomed! How long will this figure

Cry out among mankind because of you?