مُضناكَ جَفاهُ مَرقَدُهُ

وَبَكاهُ وَرَحَّمَ عُوَّدُهُ

Your harshness has made his resting place miserable

And your crying and pitying has accustomed him

حَيرانُ القَلبِ مُعَذَّبُهُ

مَقروحُ الجَفنِ مُسَهَّدُهُ

The heart is confused, tortured

The eyelids are wounded, laid down

أَودى حَرَفاً إِلّا رَمَقاً

يُبقيهِ عَلَيكَ وَتُنفِدُهُ

He almost ran out of words except a breath

That remains for you, and you deplete

يَستَهوي الوُرقَ تَأَوُّهُهُ

وَيُذيبُ الصَخرَ تَنَهُّدُهُ

The foliage sways to his sighing

And the rock melts at his lament

وَيُناجي النَجمَ وَيُتعِبُهُ

وَيُقيمُ اللَيلَ وَيُقعِدُهُ

He confides in the stars and tires them

And spends the night awake and seated

وَيُعَلِّمُ كُلَّ مُطَوَّقَةٍ

شَجَناً في الدَوحِ تُرَدِّدُهُ

And teaches every turtledove

A yearning in the orchards that echoes him

كَم مَدَّ لِطَيفِكَ مِن شَرَكٍ

وَتَأَدَّبَ لا يَتَصَيَّدُهُ

How much he lowered himself to your phantom

And was well-mannered without intending it

فَعَساكَ بِغُمضٍ مُسعِفُهُ

وَلَعَلَّ خَيالَكَ مُسعِدُهُ

May you be comforted by a blink that aids him

Perhaps your imagination makes him happy

الحُسنُ حَلَفتُ بِيوسُفِهِ

وَالسورَةِ إِنَّكَ مُفرَدُهُ

By the beauty of Joseph I swear

And the chapter, you are uniquely it

قَد وَدَّ جَمالَكَ أَو قَبَساً

حَوراءُ الخُلدِ وَأَمرَدُهُ

The houri of eternity wished for your beauty

Or even a fleeting glimpse

وَتَمَنَّت كُلُّ مُقَطَّعَةٍ

يَدَها لَو تُبعَثُ تَشهَدُهُ

And every severed hand wished

If revived, to witness you

جَحَدَت عَيناكَ زَكِيَّ دَمي

أَكَذلِكَ خَدُّكَ يَجحَدُهُ

My truthful eyes denied your pure blood

Does your cheek thus deny it too?

قَد عَزَّ شُهودي إِذ رَمَتا

فَأَشَرتُ لِخَدِّكَ أُشهِدُهُ

My witnesses grew helpless when they glanced

So for your cheek I pointed it out to bear witness

وَهَمَمتُ بِجيدِكِ أَشرَكُهُ

فَأَبى وَاِستَكبَرَ أَصيَدُهُ

I intended to join your locks but

It refused, too proud for that

وَهَزَزتُ قَوامَكَ أَعطِفُهُ

فَنَبا وَتَمَنَّعَ أَملَدُهُ

I swayed your slender figure to bend it

But it recoiled, too dignified for that

سَبَبٌ لِرِضاكَ أُمَهِّدُهُ

ما بالُ الخَصرِ يُعَقِّدُهُ

I smooth the way to please you

Why does the waist make it difficult?

بَيني في الحُبِّ وَبَينَكَ ما

لا يَقدِرُ واشٍ يُفسِدُهُ

Between me in love, and you, nothing

That a slanderer can spoil

ما بالُ العاذِلِ يَفتَحُ لي

بابَ السُلوانِ وَأوصِدُهُ

Why does the blamer open for me

The door of intimacy, yet bar it?

وَيَقولُ تَكادُ تُجَنُّ بِهِ

فَأَقولُ وَأوشِكُ أَعبُدُهُ

And say, you almost go mad for him

And I say, I'm about to worship him

مَولايَ وَروحي في يَدِهِ

قَد ضَيَّعَها سَلِمَت يَدُهُ

My master, my soul is in his hands

He has wasted it, surrendered to his grasp

ناقوسُ القَلبِ يَدُقُّ لَهُ

وَحَنايا الأَضلُعِ مَعبَدُهُ

The bell of the heart rings for him

And the ribs of my bosom are his dwelling

قَسَماً بِثَنايا لُؤلُؤها

قَسَمَ الياقوتُ مُنَضَّدُهُ

I swear by your smooth pearls

The rubies stacked have sworn it too

وَرُضابٍ يوعَدُ كَوثَرُهُ

مَقتولُ العِشقِ وَمُشهَدُهُ

And a saliva that promises its river

The slain of passion, its scene

وَبِخالٍ كادَ يُحَجُّ لَهُ

لَو كانَ يُقَبَّلُ أَسوَدُهُ

By a mole that nearly performs pilgrimage to it

If its blackness were kissed

وَقَوامٍ يَروي الغُصنُ لَهُ

نَسَباً وَالرُمحُ يُفَنِّدُهُ

By a figure whose branch is watered with lineage

And the spear unravels its ancestry

وَبِخَصرٍ أَوهَنَ مِن جَلَدي

وَعَوادي الهَجرِ تُبَدِّدُهُ

By a waist weaker than my skin

And estrangement assails, scattering it

ما خُنتُ هَواكَ وَلا خَطَرَت

سَلوى بِالقَلبِ تُبَرِّدُهُ

I have not betrayed your love, nor has

Any diversion with the heart cooled it