حَرُّ قَلبي مِن بَرد ريق شَهيِّ

وَجُنوني بِوَرد خَدٍّ جَنيِّ

My heart is hot from the cold saliva of a rosy cheeked beloved

And my madness is from a rose on her cheek

وَعنايَ مِن العُيون وَبلبا

لِيَ مِن سحر ناظر بابليِّ

And care from eyes and glances

I have from the magic of an enchanting Babylonian gazer

مِن دَمي شاهد يَسيل عَلى خَدّ

يهِ مِن سَيف لَحظِهِ الهِنديِّ

From my blood a witness flows on my cheek

From the sword of her Indian glance's strike

وَعَذابي ماء النَعيم الَّذي را

قَ عَلى جَمر وَجنَتَيهِ النَديِّ

And my torment is the water of bliss which flowed

On embers and its fiery cheeks

وَرَحيقي الرِضاب في فَمِهِ المَس

كيّ يَجري في كَأسِهِ الدَريِّ

And my wine is the kisses in her mouth

Flowing in her precious cup

مُتُّ سُكراً يا وَيح نَفسي وَلَم بَر

وَ غَليلي مِن رِيقِهِ الخَمريِ

I die intoxicated, oh how my soul laments, but

My agony is from her wine-like saliva

لَم يَزَل يَشتَكي فُؤادي لَهيباً

مُذ سَقَيتُ الهَوى بِكَأس رَويِّ

My heart has not stopped complaining of a blaze

Since I quenched passion with a cup of a water-drawing beauty

مِن مُجيري مِن سَحر طَرف بَغيِّ

سَلَّ رَوحي مِني بِوَحي خَفيِّ

To rescue me from the spell of a rebellious glance

That stole my soul with a secret revelation

لَحظُهُ فاتك مُريب وَلَكن

لِفُتور الجُفون عُذر البَريِّ

Her glances missed you, suspicious one, but

The heaviness of eyelids is the excuse of the innocent

أَيُّها المُعرض الَّذي صَد عَني

وَجَفاني لِقَول واش فَريِّ

Oh you who turned away from me

And deserted me for the words of a slandering spy

أَشتَكي مِنكَ أَم إِلَيكَ وَهَل يَر

ثي لِحال الشَجيّ قَلب الخَليّ

Should I complain of you or to you, and will it bene

fit the state of a wounded heart?

هَل سَبيل إِلى رِضاك أَو الصَب

ر وَإِلّا إِلى الحمام الوَحيِّ

Is there a way to your approval or patience

Otherwise, to the lost pigeons