ياماء مُحتبساً وَراء النور

عَجَباً خَدَعت بِفَيضك المَسحور

O water held back behind the light

How strange you deceived the enchanted one with your abundance

يا حسن حَسبي مِن خِداع السحر

اَو حَسب المَفاتن مِن خِداع الزور

O beauty, it is enough for me to be deceived by sorcery

Or enough for the charms to be deceived by falsity

أَفتلك نافِذة الفَناء وَهَذِهِ الشـ

ـرفات أَم هِيَ عالم مِن نور

Is that the window of passing, and these

Balconies, or is it a world of light?

وَهُناكَ أَنتَ أَم الجَلال أَم الهَوى

صُوَراً مُلَونة عَلى بلور

And there you are, or is it majesty, or passion

Colored images on crystal

لَحسبتها دُنيا هُناك لِعابر

علق بِها أَو شاعر موتور

I thought it was a world there for a passerby

Who clung to it or a lovelorn poet

وَلَكدت أَحسبها معاني قصرت

كلماً فَأَفرغها الهَوى في دور

And I almost thought they were meanings shortened

Into a word that passion poured into a cycle

مَرحى بِمَطلعك الجَميل وَمَوقِفي

إِذ ذاكَ مَوقف شاخص مَذعور

Delighted by your beautiful rising and my stance

When that was an upright, frightened stance

أَنسيت نَفسي في الجَمال وَغِبت مَأ

خوذ النَواظر فيكَ عَن تَفكيري

I forgot myself in the beauty and the gazes were absent

From my thoughts, enthralled by you

وَبِسحر نافِذة الفَناء وَدونَها

مغدى الوَلائد أَو مراح الحور

And by the spell of the window of passing, and beneath it

A resting place for babies or a yard for maidens

وَهُناك تَطلَع مِن وَراء سَمائِها

كَالماء مُحتَبِساً وَراء النور

And from behind its skies it appeared

Like water held back behind the light

وَبلهوك المَحبوب خَلف زُجاجها الـ

ـفُضي تَعبث بِالفَتى المَسحور

And your beloved's playfulness behind its

Transparent glass, teasing the enchanted young man