كأنَّ في كلِّ عضوٍ لي وجارحةٍ

قلباً يحنُّ وعيناً تشتهي النَّظَرا

It seems as if in every limb I have there lies

A heart that yearns, an eye that longing spies

شوقاً إلى ناعم اللذّات لو لمست

كفّاه جلمودَ صَخرٍ أنبَتَ الصَّخرا

For soft delights - if but his hands would touch

Cold barren rock, that rock would blossom wise

غصنٌ تشرَّب من ماء النعيم فلو

بُزَّت سرابيلُه عن جسمه لجرى

A branch that drank of heavenly bliss, that if

His raiment from his form were torn aside

قد صاغه من نسيم الطِّيب خالقُه

وصانه في حجاب النور فاستترا

Would flow in streams. His Maker formed of balm

And light's pure veil his modest limbs did hide

رَقَّت حواشيه حتى لو يمرُّ به

وهمُ الضمير لفرط اللين لاعتُصِرا

So gentle are the borders of his form

Imagination, melting, would but glide

لو أنَّ ظِلَّ ذبابٍ طارَ من بُعُدٍ

حاذى محاسنَه أبقى بها أثَرا

O'er their soft sweetness. If a gnat's wing-breath

Should brush those beauties, trace of it would 'bide

يا غصنَ بانٍ لو اَنَّ الغصنَ يُبصرُه

إذا تثنّى لحار الغصنُ وابتهرا

O bending branch, as if a branch could see,

At thy soft bending it would glow with pride

يهتزُّ ليناً فتهتزُّ القلوبُ له

ويخطر الشوق في الأحشاء إن خَطَرا

He sways so gently that men's hearts are swayed,

And longing in their breasts leaps forth beside

يقول قلبي لطرفي حين يُبصِرُه

انظر ترى مَلَكاً ذ الشخص أم بَشَرا

My heart says to mine eyes whene'er they spy him:

"See there an angel or a mortal glide?"

لو تُعصَرُ الخمر من خدَّيه لانعصرت

أو يُنشَر الغنج من أجفانه انتشرا

Wine from his cheeks if pressed would flow, or light

Dispersed, if o'er them dawn its gates were wide.

خدَّينِ لو نُفِخا بالوهم لاشتعَلا

ناراً ولو قُطِّرا من رقَّةٍ قَطَرا

Cheeks at a breath enkindled into flame,

Or, from their softness dropping gentle, glide.

لو لم يكن قمرٌ يُجلى الظلامُ به

لَصَيَّر اللَهُ عبد الواحد القَمَرا

Were there no moon to light the dark, God would

Make that lone servant moon for all beside.