لَو اِستَحى البَدر اِحتَجَب

لَما بَدا روحي رَجَب

If the full moon were shy and hid away

My spirit in Rajab would not display

إِن كانَ مِن وَجه حَكا

هُ فَقُل لَهُ أَينَ الشَنَب

If he complains of my cheek, just say

Where is that downy hair, now turned to gray?

أَينَ الثَنايا المُودعا

ت قُلوبِنا حَرق اللَهب

Where are those glances lodged within our hearts?

Consumed by flames of love set them ablaze

أَينَ اللَواحظ وَالخُدو

د وَذَلِكَ القَد العَجَب

Where is that slender waist and gorgeous mien

That wondrous height no equal to be seen

ما في الأَعاجم مِثلَهُ

يُلفى وَلا بَينَ العَرَب

Amongst the non-Arabs nor the Arabic tribes

He stole our minds and captured hearts besides

رَشأ سَبا مِنا العُقو

ل وَلِلقُلوب لَقَد سَلَب

Spilled blood though he knows not why

To the impassioned, wildly he makes his cry

سَفك الدِماء وَإِن تَسَل

مِنهُ فَلا يَدري السَبَب

Your needs I ever strive to satisfy

With verse or song, as you desire and I

أَضحى يَقول دَلالَهُ

لِلمُستَهام بِلا رَهب

If you would hunt me down in love's terrain

Lay traps of gold, though I disdain

لا تَنقضي لَكَ حاجة

عِندي بِشعر أَو طَرَب

Bow down, submit, no lineage declare

There, that is enough, no noble air

إِن رُمت صَيدي في الهَوى

فَاِنصب شِراكاً مِن ذَهَب

وَاِخضَع وَذل وَلا تَقُل

حَسَبٌ هُناكَ وَلا نَسَب