ما كانَ أَغناكَ يا عَيني عَن النَظَرِ

فَمَصرَعي كانَ بَينَ السحر وَالحورِ

My eyes could not spare me from looking

So my demise was between magic and maidens

أَجلت لَحظيَ في خَدَيهِ فَاِشتَعَلَت

غَلالة الوَجنة الحَمراء مِن نَظَري

I delayed my glance on his cheeks so it was set ablaze

The redness of shyness from my sight

فَلو تَأَمَلتُها أُخرى لَأَحرَقَني

شُعاعَها وَاِختَفَت عَني مِن الخَفر

So if I looked at it again, its rays would burn me

And it would disappear from me in shyness

رِفقاً بِتَعذيب قَلبي يا مُعذِبُهُ

فَإِنَّني بَشر يا أَحسَن البَشَر

Be gentle in tormenting my heart, o' its tormentor

For I am but a human, o' the best of humans

صَيَرتُ جِسمي رَقيقاً كَالزُجاج غَدا

يَشف مِن جَمر نار الشَوق وَالفِكر

My body became as delicate as glass in the morning

Healing from the embers of passion and thought

دُخانَها زَفَراتي وَالحَريق بِها

قَلبي بِلا زَلة وَالدَمع كَالشَرر

Its smoke my sighs and the blaze within it

My heart without fail and my tears like sparks

وَعاذل قالَ لي إِن الهَوى خَطَرٌ

لا كُنت إَن لَم أَكُن مِنهُ عَلى خَطَر

And a critic said to me that love is dangerous

If I were not already in danger from it