كَبِدٌ تَذوبُ وَمَدْمَعٌ هَطِلُ

فَمتى يُوَرِّعُ صَبْوَتي عَذَلُ

My liver melts and tears pour down

So when will my tormentor feel shame?

ماذا يَرُومُ بِهِ العَذولُ وَكَمْ

يَلْوي عَليهِ لِسانَهُ الخَطَلُ

What does the blamer intend with his blame?

How twisted becomes his loose tongue!

أَمّا السُّلُوُّ فَإِنَّ مَطْلَبَهُ

صَعْبٌ وَلَكِنْ أَدْمُعِي ذُلُلُ

As for pacifying him, that is difficult

But my tears are submissive

وَبِمُهْجَتِي رَشَأٌ كَأَنَّ بِهِ

ثَمَلاً يَميلُ بِهِ وَيَعْتَدِلُ

And my affection is fresh as if

Swaying, ripe fruit hangs from it

كَالمِسْكِ في لَوْنٍ وَفي أَرَجٍ

يُمْتارُ مِنْهُ العَنْبَرُ الشَّمِلُ

Like musk in its hue and in its scent

From which pure amber is extracted

فَجَلا صَباحَ الشَّيْبِ حِينَ حَكى

لَيْلَ الشَّبيبَةِ ثَغْرُهُ الرَّتَلُ

So the morning of white hair dawned

When the mouth of youth told the tale of its night

يا لائِمي وَجَوانِحِي دَمِيَتْ

وَجْداً بِهِ وَالْقَلْبُ مُخْتَبَلُ

Oh you who blame me, my essence withered

In passion for it while the heart crumpled

تَهْوَى الظِّباءَ الكُحْلَ أَعْيُنُها

وَتَعِيبُ ظَبْياً كُلُّهُ كَحَلُ

The gazelles desire dark kohl around their eyes

And the young one finds fault in all things tinted

قَدْ صِيغَ مِنْ حَبِّ القلوبِ كَما

نَفَضَتْ عَلَيْهِ سَوادَها المُقَلُ

It is molded from the love of hearts

As their blackness poured upon it