يا رَاقِداً لَمْ يَدْرِ عُمْرَ الدُّجَى

دَرَى وحَاشَاكَ بِهِ السَّاهِرُ

O you who sleep unaware of the night's length

You've wandered far; may the wakeful reproach you

غِبْتَ فَلَا وَاللَّهِ لَمْ يَبْقَ لِي

قَلْبٌ وَلَا سَمْعٌ وَلَا نَاظِرُ

You left, and by God, nothing remains for me

No heart, hearing, or sight

يا زَهْرَةَ الآدابِ مِنْ لُطْفِهِ

وَجْدِي فيكَ المَثَلُ السَّائِرُ

O epitome of literature's elegance and subtlety

You are the shining example in me

رِفْقاً بِعانٍ فِيكَ طَاوٍ على ال

جَمْرِ حَشاً فيها الجَوَى نَاشِرُ

Be kind to a flame within you blazing on

Embers - around it desire flares

هَلْ عاذِرٌ في الحبِّ لي عَاذٍلٌ

أَو جَابِرٌ ناظِرُهُ الجائِرُ

Is there an excuser for me, accusing in love?

Or a compeller whose watcher is unjust?

اللَّه في قَتْليَ ظُلْماً أَما

آمنْتَ أَن يَظْهَرَ لي ثائِرُ

By God, in slaying me unjustly, do you feel

Secured from an avenger rising for me?

يا طَرْفَهُ الحامِي حِمَى خَدِّه

بِمُهْجَتِي ذا الحارِسُ الساحِرُ

O eyelashes guarding the sanctuary of his cheek

With my love you are the bewitching guard

إِن قِيلَ مَضْفُوراً غَدا شَعْرُه

فَهو بِقَتْلي في الهَوَى ظَافِرُ

If it's said tomorrow his hair is tousled

In passion for me he is the victor