صَريعُ جَفنَيكِ وَنفي عَنهُما التُهَما

فَما رُميتُ وَلَكِنَّ القَضاءَ رَمى

The slumber of your eyes acquits them of blame

I was not struck, rather it was fate that struck

اللَهَ في روحِ صَبٍّ يَغشِيانِ بِها

مَوارِدَ الحَتفِ لَم يَنقُل لَها قَدَما

God in a pouring soul covers them

The destinations of fate, no foot has moved to

وَكَفَّ عَن قَلبِهِ المَعمودِ نَبلَهُما

أَلَيسَ عَهدُكَ فيهِ حَبَّةً وَدَما

And holds back from his baptised heart their arrows

Is not your pact in it a seed and blood

سَلوا غَزالاً غَزا قَلبي بِحاجِبِهِ

أَما كَفى السَيفُ حَتّى جَرَّدَ القَلَما

Ask a gazelle that raided my heart with its eyebrow

Has not the sword sufficed that the pen be unsheathed

وَاِستَخبِروهُ إِلى كَم نارُ جَفوَتِهِ

أَما كَفى ما جَنَت نارُ الخُدودِ أَما

And ask him to what extent the fire of his aloofness

Has not the fire of cheeks sufficed

وَاِستَوهِبوهُ يَداً في العُمرِ واحِدةً

وَمَهِّدا عُذرَهُ عَنّي إِذا حَرَما

And ask him for a hand once in a lifetime

And smooth his excuse for me if he deprives

وَلا تَرَوا مِنهُ ظُلماً أَن يُضَيِّعُني

مَن ضَيَّعَ العَرَضَ المَملوكَ ما ظَلَما

And do not see it as injustice that he loses me

He who loses his owned honor does no injustice