بفتور طرفِكَ واحوِرارِهْ

وبنور خدِّك واحمِرارِهْ

With the apathy of your glance and its fever,

And the light of your cheek and its blush,

وضياء عارِضِكَ الذي

فيه ظلامٌ من عِذارِهْ

And the glow of your brow where

There is darkness from its coquetry,

وعُقَار ثغرِك إنَّ بي

طَلَباً يطول إلى عُقَارِهْ

And the saliva of your mouth - surely I

Seek it longingly to its saliva,

وبحسن قَدٍّ راعني

فاق القضيب لدى اخضِرارِهْ

And the beauty of a slender waist that amazed me

Beyond a young shoot in its greenness,

لا تُبلِ قلبي بالفرا

قِ ولا تُعَذِّبه بنارِهْ

Do not hurt my heart with separation

And do not torture it with its fire.