مَقاديرُ مِن جَفنَيكِ حَوَلنَ حالِيا
فَذُقتُ الهَوى بَعدَما كُنتُ خالِيا
Measures from your eyelids have changed my state
I tasted love after I had been empty
نَفَذنَ عَلَيَّ اللُبَّ بِالسَهمِ مُرسَلاً
وَبِالسِحرِ مَقضِيّاً وَبِالسَيفِ قاضِيا
Passion pierced me with unleashed arrows
Irresistibly destined and with a judging sword
وَأَلبَسنَني ثَوبَ الضَنى فَلَبِستُهُ
فَأَحبِب بِهِ ثَوباً وَإِن ضَمَّ بالِيا
It clothed me in the garb of grief, so I wore it
Though it squeezed me, I loved it as my robe
وَما الحُبُّ إِلّا طاعَةٌ وَتَجاوُزٌ
وَإِن أَكثَروا أَوصافَهُ وَالمَعانِيا
Love is but obedience and concession
Though they describe it abundantly and profoundly
وَما هُوَ إِلّا العَينُ بِالعَينِ تَلتَقي
وَإِن نَوَّعوا أَسبابَهُ وَالدَواعِيا
It is but the eyes meeting with the eyes
Though they diversify its causes and incentives
وَعِندي الهَوى مَوصوفُهُ لا صِفاتُهُ
إِذا سَأَلوني ما الهَوى قُلتُ ما بِيا
To me, love is its object, not its attributes
If asked what is love, I say it is her
وَبي رَشَأٌ قَد كانَ دُنيايَ حاضِراً
فَغادَرَني أَشتاقُ دُنيايَ نائِيا
In me was happiness, my life present
It left me; I long for my distant life
سَمَحتُ بِروحي في هَواهُ رَخيصَةً
وَمَن يَهوَ لا يوثِرُ عَلى الحُبِّ غالِيا
I gave my soul up cheaply for its love
One in love does not prefer anything costlier
وَلَم تَجرِ أَلفاظُ الوُشاةِ بِريبَةٍ
كَهَذي الَّتي يَجري بِها الدَمعُ واشِيا
Nor did the slanderers' words arouse suspicion
Like these tears that freely flow
أَقولُ لِمَن وَدَّعتُ وَالرَكبُ سائِرٌ
بِرُغمِ فُؤادي سائِرٌ بِفُؤاديا
I say to those I bade farewell, though my heart
Against my will, travels with their hearts
أَماناً لِقَلبي مِن جُفونِكِ في الهَوى
كَفى بِالهَوى كَأساً وَراحاً وَساقِيا
Your eyelids are safety for my heart in love
Love is enough as a cup, cheer, and pourer
وَلا تَجعَليهِ بَينَ خَدَيكِ وَالنَوى
مِنَ الظُلمِ أَن يَغدو لِنارَينِ صالِيا
And do not let it between your cheek and grace
Be so unjust as to draw close to two fires
وَلَم يَندَمِل مِن طَعنَةِ القَدِّ جُرحُهُ
فَرِفقاً بِهِ مِن طَعنَةِ البَينِ دامِيا
Nor has the wound of the spear-thrust healed
So be gentle with it, not with separation's stab
