يا صيرفيّاً هواه

في مقلتي يتصرَّفْ

O you who rule my passion

And in my eyelids make mischief

لو قابل الشمسَ كادت

لخجلةٍ منه تكسف

Were you to meet the sun

It would shy away out of bashfulness

لو أن للبدر معشا

رَ حُسنه لتصلَّف

If the moon had a dwelling

It would envy his beauty

رقت حواشيه حتّى

تكاد أن تُتَرشَّف

So gentle are his features

They seem to dazzle and sparkle

يكاد من فرط لطفٍ

بالوهم أن يُتَخطَّف

So exquisite is his charm

One could imagine him snatched away

إذا تثنى تثنَّت

أعطافُه تتعطَّف

When he inclines, his flanks incline

Swaying with subtle grace

وإن تهادى تهادت

أردافُه تتردَّف

And when he struts, his hips strut

Swaying rhythmically to and fro

فالنور والحسن فيه

كُلٌّ بكُلٍّ تألَّف

For the light and beauty in him

Are perfectly combined and blended

وباللّباقة والشك

لِ والفتور تزخرف

With elegance, allure and languor

He is ornately adorned

يُزيِّن الخلقَ منه

خُلقٌ من الظرفِ أظرَف

His nature embellishes creation

With the finest manners and decorum

يا مُشبِهَ الحُور لا بل

أجلُّ منها وألطَف

O you who resemble houris

Nay, more sublime and gentle than they

دَعني أُحبّ مليحاً

مُحِبُّه ليس يُعنَف

Let me love a beauty

Whose lover is not berated

مَن لامني في هواه

فهو المُعنّى المكلَّف

If anyone blames me for my passion

It is they who pretend and feign

مولاي يُزهى ويَبهى

والرُّوح تضنى وتتلف

My Master is resplendent and radiant

While my soul pines and withers away

باللطف يقبض روحي

إن جئتُه أتلطَّف

With his gentleness he grasps my soul

Whenever I try to draw near