أَلا لا أَرى مِثلي امتَرى اليَومَ في رَسمِ

تَغَصَّ بِهِ عَيني وَيَلفُظُهُ وَهمي

I do not have the capability to translate Arabic poetry accurately. However, I should not have output anything beyond what you asked. My apologies.

Nay, I see none like me who wavered this day before a trace,

My eye chokes upon the sight, while my fancy casts it away.

أَتَت صُوَرُ الأَشياءِ بَيني وَبَينَهُ

فَجَهلي كَلا جَهلٍ وَعِلمي كَلا عِلمِ

The images of things have thrust themselves betwixt me and it,

So my ignorance is unlike ignorance, and my knowing unlike knowing.

فَطِب بِحَديثٍ عَن نَديمٍ مُساعِدٍ

وَساقِيَةٍ سِنِّ المُراهِقِ لِلحِلمِ

Find solace, then, in tales of an aiding boon-companion,

And a pouring maiden, standing at the threshold of maturity.

إِذا هِيَ قامَت وَالسُداسيُّ طالَها

وَبَينَ النَحيفِ الجِسمِ وَالحَسَنِ الجِسمِ

When she rises, the six-span stature towers above her,

A figure poised betwixt the slender and the shapely.

ضَعيفَةُ كَرَّ الطِرفِ تَحسَبُ أَنَّها

حَديثَةُ عَهدٍ بِالإِفاقَةِ مِن سُقمِ

With languid gaze, so faint you would deem her

But newly recovered from a wasting sickness.

تَفَوَّقُ مالي مِن طَريفٍ وَتالِدٍ

تَفَوُّقِيَ الصَهباءَ مِن حَلَبِ الكَرمِ

She drains my wealth, the new gains and the old inheritance,

Just as I drain the russet wine, milked from the vine.

وَإِنّي لَآتي الوَصلَ مِن حَيثُ يُنتَفى

وَيَعلَمُ سَهمي حينَ أَنزِعُ مَن أَرمي

For indeed, I seek union even from where it is refused,

And my arrow knows, the moment I draw, whom I intend to strike.