كَيْفَ يُلْحَى عَلى هَواكَ الكَئِيبُ

لَكَ حُسْنٌ وَلِلأَنَامِ قُلُوبُ

How can I forget your sorrowful love?

You have beauty, and people have hearts.

كَمْ تَجَنَّيْتَ وَالمُحِبُّ مع الوَجْ

دِ وإِنْ لَمْ يَجِدْ لِقَاكَ حَبِيبُ

How often you have picked me, while the lover stays with desire,

Even if he cannot find a beloved.

كَانَ يُرْجَى السُّلُوُّ لَوْ كانَ غيري

وَسِواكَ المُحِبُّ وَالمَحْبُوبُ

Comfort was hoped for if it were other than me

And besides you the lover and the beloved.

عَجَبِي مِنْ قَويمِ قامَتِكَ الهَيْ

فَاء قاسٍ وَقِيلَ عَنْهُ رَطِيبُ

I wonder at my people of your tall, slender stature,

Harsh yet it is said to be gentle.

وَكَذا الحُسْنُ كُلّ مَنْ في الوَرَى بَعْ

ضُ رَعَاياهُ وَهُوَ فيهمْ غَرِيبُ

And thus is beauty - all in existence

Are its subjects, and it is a stranger among them.

سَلبَتْني الرُّقادَ أَعْينُكَ السُّو

دُ وَتحْلُو فِعالُها وَتَطيبُ

Your black eyes have robbed me of sleep,

And their actions are sweet and pure.

يا أَخا الظَّبْيِ هَكَذا يَحْسُنُ السَّلْ

بُ إِذَا ما ارْتَضَى بِهِ المَسْلُوبُ

O brother of the gazelle, thus it is good to be robbed

When seized by the dispossessed.

وَأَخَا الغُصْنِ لا عَراكَ ذُبُولٌ

وَأَخَا البَدْرِ لا دَعاكَ غُروبُ

And o brother of the branch, you have no bareness,

And o brother of the moon, no setting calls you.