خَفض عَليك مفنّدي

أَنا عَبد هَذا السَيّدِ

My submission lowers upon you

I am the slave of this master

ملك رَعيتهُ القُلو

ب غَدَت لَهُ طَوع اليَد

A king whose subjects are hearts

That have become obedient to his hand

أَمسى وَأَصبح في هَوا

هُ بحيرة وتنهدِ

Morning and evening in passion for him

He is an ocean with a sigh

رَقَدت عُيون النيرا

ت وَلوعتي لَم تَرقُد

The eyes of the narcissus have slept

While my torment did not sleep

أَفدي بَياضاً ساطِعاً

مِن بُردَتيهِ بِأَسوَدِ

I would ransom the bright white

Of his robe with my blackness

وَأَنا الشَهيد وَلَحظُهُ

الجاني عَليَّ وَلا يَدِ

And I am the martyr while his glance

Is my killer though no weapon at hand

قَسَماً بِنَرجس مُلقَتي

هِ وَخَدِهِ المُتَوردِ

I swear by the narcissus cast down

And his blushing cheek

وَبِغُصن قامَتِهِ الرَطي

ب وَعَطفُهُ المُتَأود

By the branch of his slender shape

And his gentle side

وَبِما حَواهُ ثَغرَهُ

مِن لُؤلؤ مُتَنضدِ

By what his mouth contains

Of scattered pearls

وَبِسحر ناظِرِهِ الَّذي

هاروت عَنهُ بِمَرصِدِ

By the sorcery of his gaze

From which Harut takes auspice

وَبِلَيل مُرسَل فرعَهُ

الفاحم المُتَجَعِدِ

By the unleashed night waving

Its fiery black tresses

وَبِطَلعة لَكَ يا عَلي

مِنها الجَمال بِمَشهَدِ

By your radiant rising, O Ali

Through which beauty is beheld

إِن المَحاسن كُلَها

جُمِعَت لَديكَ بِمُفرَدِ

Truly all beauties

Have been gathered in you alone