خَلِيليَّ هَلْ مِنْ حَلملٍ لي تَحيَّةً

إِلى قَمرٍ نَجْمُ الثُّرَيّا لَهُ قُرْطُ

My beloved, is there any messenger for me,

To convey greetings to a moon whose bright star has earrings?

أَتى بَيْنَ حَقْفٍ مَائجٍ وَأَراكَةٍ

مُنعَّمةٍ أَوْراقُهَا الشَّعَرُ السَّبْطُ

He came between curled and intertwined branches,

With luxuriant leaves like long flowing hair.

فَأَبْدَى عَلى كافُورِ خَدٍّ سَوالفاً

عَلى الجُلَّنارِ الغَضِّ مِنْ مِسْكِها نَقْطُ

He revealed upon camphor-white cheeks conversations

From his musk, drops on tender rosebuds.

وَنارُ شِفَاهٍ حَوْلَ جَنَّةِ مَبْسَمٍ

مِزَاجُهما شَهْدٌ جَنيٌّ وَإِسْفَنطُ

The fire of lips around the garden of a smile,

Their blend is honey, fragrant wine, and pure musk.

فَلا ولَماهُ العَذْبُ لا كُنْتُ ناقِضاً

عُهُودَ هَواهُ لا ولا ناسِياً قَطُّ

If not for the sweet union, I would never violate

The covenants of his love, nor ever forget.