إِنَّ حُزني عَلَيكَ لَيسَ عَلَيكا

بَل عَلى مُهجَةٍ تَسيلُ لَدَيكا

My sadness for you is not for you,

But for a heart that melts before you.

أَنتَ تُزهى بِصورَةٍ غَدَتِ الأَب

صارُ مِن حُسنِها وَراحَت عَلَيكا

You are adorned with a form that became a father,

Its beauty rested upon you.

لَعَنَ اللَهُ مُقلَةً جُعِلَ الأَم

رُ إِلَيها فَفارَقَت مُقلَتَيكا

May God curse the one whose separation was decreed,

And she left your companionship.

بِأَبي لَفظُكَ المَليحُ الَّذي قَد

تَرَكَ السَمعَ وَهوَ طَوعُ يَدَيكا

By my father your eloquent words, which have

Left the ears always at your hands.

كَيفَ لا يَستَبِدُّ بِالحُسنِ لَفظٌ

كُلَّما شِئتَ جالَ في شَفَتَيكا

How can an utterance not take the lead in beauty,

Whenever you wish, it glides on your lips.

إِنَّ قَلبي عَلَيكَ في كُلِّ وَصلٍ

وَصُدودٍ أَرَقُّ مِن خَدَّيكا

Indeed my heart is upon you in every intimate meeting

And aloofness, more gentle than your cheek.