خُذُوا قَودِي مِنْ أَسيرِ الكِلَلْ

فَواعَجباً لأَسيرٍ قَتَلْ

Take my firewood from the prisoner of shackles

How strange is the prisoner who killed

وَقُولوا عَليّ إذا نُحْتمُ

قَتيلَ العيُونِ جَريحَ المُقَلْ

And say about me when you weep

The slain of eyes, the wounded of eyelids

وَلي جَلدٌ عِنْدَ بِيضِ الظُّبَى

وَبِالأعْيُنِ النُّجْلِ ما لي قِبلْ

I have a skin as white as the shining moon

And with the black eyes, I have no kohl

وَلي قَمرٌ ما بَدا في الدُّجَى

وَأَبصرَهُ البَدْرُ إلّا أَفلْ

I have a moon that never rose in the darkness

Except the full moon saw it set

فيا خَجْلةَ الظَّبْي لَمّا بَدا

شَبيهاً لَهُ في اللَّمَى وَالكَحَلْ

So O shy gazelle when it appeared

Similar to it in marks and kohl

وَيا خَجْلةَ الشَّمْسِ لمّا بَدتْ

ألم ترَ فيها احْمِرارَ الخَجلْ

And O shyness of the sun when it rose

Did you not see the blush of shyness in it

يُضِلّ بِطُرَّتِهِ مَنْ يَشا

وَيْهدِي بِغُرَّتِهِ مَنْ أضَلْ

He misleads with his turban whom he wills

And guides with his love whom he led astray

وَقَدْ عَدَلَ الحُسْنُ في خَلْقهِ

على أَنَّهُ جَارَ لَمّا عَدَلْ

Beauty was just in creating him

As if he was a neighbor when it was just

فَعُمَّتْ مَعاطِفهُ بالنَّشاطِ

وَخُصَّتْ رَوادِفُه بِالكسَلْ

So his qualities were adorned with vigor

And his weaknesses were clad with laziness

وَقَدْ عَلمَ النّاسُ أَنّي امْرُؤٌ

أحِبُّ الغَزالَ وَأهْوَى الغَزل

And people knew that I am a man

Who loves the gazelle and craves poetry

فَلا تُنْكِرُ اليَوْمَ يا عَاذِلي

فَلسْتُ أميلُ إلى مَنْ عَذَلْ

So do not deny today, O reproacher

I do not incline towards one who denied

فَألحَفْتُ قامَتَهُ بالعناقِ

وَأَذْبلتُ مَرْشفهُ بِالقُبَلْ

I clung to his stature in an embrace

And withered his cheek with kisses

وَكمْ تُهْت في غَوْرِ خَصْرٍ لهُ

وَأَشْرَفْتُ مِنْ فَوْقِ ذاك الكَفَلْ

How often did I melt into the depths of his bosom

And overlooked that neck from above

وَأذَّنْتُ حِينَ تَجَلَّى الصَّباحُ

بِحيّ على خَيْرِ هذا العَملْ

And when dawn broke I announced

Good morning to the best of these acts

وَها أثَرُ المِسْكِ في رَاحَتِي

هَداه فَمِي فيهِ طَعْمُ العَسَلْ

His mouth guided it and in it the taste of honey

Passion invited me to sip those kisses

دَعاني إلى رَشْفِ تِلْكَ القُبلْ

غَرامٌ صحيحٌ وَما لي قِبَلْ

A true passion, though I had no reason

When his glances assailed me

إذا فَتكتْ فِيَّ ألحاظُهُ

بِقَدٍّ يَقُدُّ فكيفَ العَملْ

With a statute leading, so what to do

There you see my bent tears

هُناكَ تَرى أَدمعي المنُحْني

وَقلْبي برمْي الجِمارِ اشْتعَلْ

And my heart with embers of coal kindled

And my tears of longing, O how much they flowed

وَدْمعِي مِنَ الشَّوْقِ يا ما جَرى

عَقيقاً وَباللّه عَقْلي ذَهلْ

Like liquid pearls, and by God my mind perplexed

What harm if he allowed intimacy

فما ضَرَّهُ لو سَمح بِالكَرى

وَلوْ ساعةً بَعْدَ ما قَدْ فَعلْ

Even for an hour after what he did

And settled him in the flames of my passion

وَسَكَّنْتَهُ في لَظَى مُهْجَتي

وَذاكَ لَعَمْرِي جَرا مَنْ قَتلْ

That is indeed the work of one who killed

And strangely he visited one night

وَمِنْ عَجبٍ زارَ في لَيْلةٍ

وَعمَّا جَرى بَيْننَا لا تَسلْ

So do not ask about what happened between us

I found myself viewing those gardens

فَصِرْتُ أشاهِدُ تِلْكَ الرّياضِ

على وَجْنَتَيْهِ أنا في خَجَلْ

While on his cheeks I was in embarrassment

And plucking roses with its branches

وَأَقْطفُ وَرْداً بأغْصانِه

وَلم يَكُ هذَا بغَيْرِ المُقَلْ

This was not done without kissing

By God, your night equals

فَلِلَّه دَرَّك مِنْ لَيْلَةٍ

تُعادِلُ أَرْواحَنا بَلْ أجلْ

Our very souls, nay even more

Showing you in the morning joy

تُريكَ إذا أَسْفَرتْ بَهْجَةً

وَرَوْض السُّرورِ بها قَدْ حَصَلْ

And the meadow of bliss in it already happened

No fault in it except

وَلا عَيْبَ فِيها سِوَى أَنَّها

خَلتْ مِنْ رَقيبٍ لنَا أَو عَذلْ

It lacked a watcher over us or a rebuker

Oh how Allah drew the swords of eyelids

ألا فَلَّلَ اللّه سَيْف المُقلْ

فَكَمْ ذَا تَعدَّى وَكَمْ ذا قَتلْ

So who transgressed and who did it kill

And no lover killed by the people of passion

وَما مِنْ قتيلٍ لأَهْلِ الهَوى

سِوى أَلْف راضٍ بما قَدْ فَعلْ

Except a thousand willing with what was done

God has supported the army of glances

لقد نَصرَ اللّهُ جَيْشَ الملاحِ

بِبدْرٍ لنا حُسْنُه قَدْ كَملْ

With a full moon, its beauty now complete

And no brave horseman in the fray a knight

وما بَطلٌ في الوَغى فارسٌ

إذا قابلَ الغِيدَ إلّا بَطلْ

If he meets the arrows except a hero

If the eyes of the gazelle fight me

إذا قَاتلتْني عُيونُ الظِّبا

فَوا فَرحِي لَوْ بَلغْتُ الأملْ

Oh my joy if I attained hopes

God looked after the night the beloved visited

رَعى اللّهُ ليلةَ زَارَ الحبيبُ

وَغَابَ الرقيبُ إلى حَيْث أَلْ

And the watcher was absent to where he went

I hid him in the blackness of my eyes

فَخَبأْتُه في سَوادِ العُيونِ

وَقْد غَسلَ الدَّمْعُ ذَاكَ المَحَلْ

And tears washed that place

And I stuck my cheek to his feet

وَأَلصَقْتُ خَدّي بِأَقْدامِه

وَأَذْبلْتُ أخْمَصهُ بِالقُبَلْ

And withered his toes with kisses

He leaned and inclined with his shoulder

فَرَقَّ وَمالَ بِأَعْطَافهِ

فَدبَّتْ بِرُوحِي ذاك الميَلْ

Instilling in my soul that bend

I embraced him and cast off chastity

وَعَانَقْتُهُ وَخَلعْتُ العِذارَ

وَمزَّقْتُ ثَوْبَ الحيَا وَالخَجلْ

And ripped the dress of modesty and shame

I busied him with talk

وَما زلْتُ أُشْغِلهُ بِالحديثِ

وَسِتْرُ الظلامِ عَليْنا انْسَدلْ

As the veil of darkness fell over us

Until sleep overcame his eyelids

إلى أنْ غَفا جَفْنهُ بالمنامِ

وَعنِّي تَغافل أو قَدْ غَفَلْ

Neglectful of me or forgetful

I let go of his waist, his belt

وَخلَّيْتُ عَنْ خَصْرِه بَنْدَهُ

وَأَجْفَيْتُ عَنْ مِعْطَفيْهِ الحُلَلْ

And removed from his shoulders the garments

And I am still watching God's work

وَبتُّ أُشاهِدُ صُنْعَ الإلهِ

تَباركَ رَبُّ البَرايا وَجَلْ

Blessed is the Lord of creations, Majestic

So think good of us or do not suspect

فَظُنَّ بِنَا الخَيْرَ أَوْ لا تَظُنَّ

فَلا تَسْأَلِ اليَوْمَ عَمَّا حَصَلْ

Do not ask today about what happened