حَتّى مَتَى أَنا صَابرٌ يا هَاجِرُ

أَترى لهذَا الهَجْرِ عِنْدَك آخِرُ

How long must I be patient, oh departing one

Do you see an end to this parting?

ما كُنْتُ لَوْلا نَظْمُ ثَغْرِكَ نَاظِماً

وَبوَصْفِ ثَغْرِكَ صَحَّ أنِّيَ شاعِرُ

I would not have been a composer, were it not for your mouth's poetry

And by describing your mouth, it is proven I am a poet

وَلَقدْ عَلاني لاِحْمِرَارِ خُدُودهِ

فَرْطُ اصْفِرارٍ حَارَ مِنْهُ النّاظِرُ

Surely, the excessive paleness betrayed the blush of his cheeks

And the onlooker was perplexed by the intense yellowness

فَاعْجَبْ لَهُ عَرَضاً يَقُومُ بِذَاتِهِ

إذْ لَيْسَ لي جَسَدٌ بِسُقْمِيَ ظاهِرُ

So marvel at a cheek that stands by itself

Since I have no visible body, due to my illness

قَلْبي إليْكَ يَميلُ طَبْعاً في الهَوى

فإِلامَ يُثْنيهِ العَذُولُ القاسِرُ

My heart naturally inclines toward you in love

So why does the cruel one who abandons it prevent it?

وَلَقَدْ عَهِدْتُ النارَ شِيمَتُها الهُدى

وَبنارِ خَدِّكَ كُلُّ قَلْبٍ حَائِرُ

I know fire's nature is to provide light

And by your cheek, every bewildered heart is set aflame

لا تَخْشَ مِنْ نَارٍ بِخَدِّكَ أُضْرِمَتْ

فالبَدْرُ لِلْفَلَكِ الأَثِيرِ مُجَاوِرُ

Do not fear a fire sparked by your cheek

For the bright full moon keeps the stars company