خَطَرَتْ لِذِكرِكِ يا أُمَيمَةُ خَطرَةٌ

بِالقَلبِ تَجلِبُ عَبرَةَ المُشتاقِ

The thought of you occurs to me, O Umaymah,

Bringing heartache that afflicts the longing lover,

وَتَذودُ عَن قَلبي سِواكِ كَما أَبَى

دَمعي جَوازَ النَّومِ بِالآماقِ

And guards my heart from all but you, as my tears refused

To let sleep pass through to the pupil.

لَم يُبقِ مِنّي الحُبُّ غَيرَ حُشاشَةٍ

تَشكو الصَبابَةَ فاِذهَبي بِالباقي

Love has left me nothing but a whisper

Complaining of youth - so take the rest!

أَيُبِلُّ مَن جَلَبَ السَّقامَ طَبيبُهُ

وَيُفيقُ مَن سَحَرَتهُ عَينُ الرَّاقي

Can he who brought the sickness cure it?

Can one awaken from the spell of the charming eye?

إِن كانَ طَرفُكِ ذاقَ ريقَكِ فالَّذي

أَلقى مِنَ المَسقيِّ فِعلُ السَّاقي

If your glance has tasted your saliva, then the one

Who pours from the water-skin did the pouring!

نَفسي فِداؤُكِ مِن ظَلومٍ أُعطيَتْ

رِقَّ القُلوبِ وَطاعَةَ الأَحداقِ

My soul is your ransom from an oppressor - you were given

Command of hearts and obedience from the eyelids.

فَلِقِلَّة الأَشباهِ فيما أُوتِيَتْ

أَضحَت تُدلُّ بكثرةِ العشُّاقِ

For the paucity of your matches in what you were given,

You have come to lead multitudes of lovers.