أَمسِك بَلِ اِستَمسِك لِوَقعِ هَياجي

فَلَتَسأَمَنَّ عُذوبَتي وَأُجاجي

Hold still, rather cling to the impact of my passions

You will surely tire of my sweetness and bitterness

دَع ما مَضى وَاِستَأنِفِ العَدَدَ الَّذي

ضَيَّعتَهُ يا مُحصِيَ الأَمواجِ

Leave what has passed and resume the count that

You have wasted, O counter of waves

فَلَقَد أَجِمتَ عَداوَتي مَمزوجَةً

وَلَأُسعِطَنَّكَها بِغَيرِ مِزاجِ

For you have gathered up my enmity mixed

And I will pour it out on you without moderation

يا اِبنَ الخَبيثَةِ لا تُعَرِّض صَخرَةً

صَمّاءَ مِن مَجدي بِعِرضِ زُجاجِ

O son of an evil woman, do not expose a deaf rock

From my glory to the width of glass

أَصبَحتَ نِيَّ العَقلِ فاِصلَ بِميسَمٍ

يُبدي أَلَجَّ الناسِ في الإِنضاجِ

You have become feeble-minded, so connect with a pruning hook

That shows people the most twisted

ما إِن سَمِعتُ وَلا أَراني سامِعاً

حَتّى المَماتِ بِشاعِرٍ سَرّاجِ

I have neither heard nor do I see myself hearing

Until death, of a poet brighter than a lamp

مَن كانَ تَوَّجَ رَأسَهُ فَلِيوسُفٍ

شُعَبٌ يَقُمنَ لَهُ مَقامَ التاجِ

Whoever’s head is crowned, it is for Joseph

Branches that stand for him in place of a crown

حَرَنَ الزَمانُ بِهِ فَلَملَجَ كَشحُهُ

عَن شِركَةٍ في البَغلَةِ الهِملاجِ

Time passed him by, so his longing overflowed

From sharing in the mixed camel litter

لِلمَرءِ في القُرآنِ أَربَعُ نُسوَةٍ

وَلِتِلكَ أَربَعَةٌ مِنَ الأَزواجِ

A man has four women in the Qur’an

And for that one, four husbands

بَيضاءَ في بيضٍ يَطُفنَ بِأَسوَدٍ

في سودِ غافِقَ مُحصَدي الأَثباجِ

White in white, they revolve around black

In pitch black, harvesters of ripe dates

ما إِن تَزالُ لَهُم مَراوِدُ ساسَمٍ

مُتَغَلغِلاتٌ في مَكاحِلِ عاجِ

They will not cease to have the fixated glancing

Of the kohl-lined eyes of a beauty