صُدُودُكَ هَلْ لَهُ أَمَدٌ قَرِيبٌ

وَوَصْلُكَ هَلْ يَكُونُ وَلا رَقِيبُ

Your aversion, does it have a near end?

And your affection, will it occur without supervision?

قُضاةَ الحُسْنِ ما صُنْعِي بِطرْفٍ

تَمَنَّى مِثْلَهُ الرَّشأُ الرَّبِيبُ

Judges of beauty, it is not my doing with a glance,

The young bud wished for its like.

رَمَى فَأَصابَ قَلْبِي باجْتِهادٍ

صَدَقْتُمْ كُلُّ مُجْتَهدٍ مُصِيبُ

It aimed and struck my heart with diligence.

You spoke truthfully, every diligent one achieves.

بِأيّ حُشَاشةٍ وَبِأَيّ طَرْفٍ

أحَاوِلُ في الهَوَى عَيْشاً يَطيبُ

With what coyness and with what glance

Do I live pleasantly in passion?

وَهذِي فِيكَ لَيْسَ لَهَا نَصيرٌ

وَهَذَا مِنْكَ لَيْسَ لَهُ نَصِيبُ

This one in you has no helper for her,

And this from you has no allotment.

وَفِي تِلْكَ الهَوادِجِ ظَاعِناتٌ

سَرَيْنَ وكُلُّ ذِي وَلَهٍ حَبيبُ

And in those passionate gazes, evocative,

Delightful, and every infatuated has a lover.

إذا أَسْفَرْنَ فانكسَرَتْ عُيُونٌ

لَهُنَّ فَتَكنَ فَانكَسَرَتْ قُلُوبُ

When they reveal themselves, eyes are broken,

For them is destruction, so hearts are broken.

فَيَا تِلْكَ الذَّوائِب هَلْ صَبَاحٌ

فَلِي في لَيْلِكُنَّ أَسَىً مُذِيبُ

O those who return, is there a morning

In which for me in your night there is melting despair?

وَيَا تِلْكَ اللِّحَاظِ أَرَى عَجيباً

سِهاماً كُلَّما كُسِرَتْ تُصِيبُ

And O those veils, I see a wonder -

Arrows which whenever broken, strike true.

وَيا تِلْكَ المعاطِفِ خَبِّرِينَا

مَتَى يَتعطَّفُ الغُصْنُ الرَّطيبُ

And O those cloaks, tell me,

When will the delicate branch show affection?