لا أَسْهَرَ اللَّهُ طِرْفاً نَامَ عَنْ سَهَرِي

وَعَذَّب القَلْبَ بالأَشْجَانِ وَالفِكَرِ

I stay up while my Lord is resting,

My heart is tortured by sorrows and thoughts,

ولا سَقَى دَارَهُ يَوْماً إِذَا سُقِيَتْ

دَاري بِدَمْعي إلّا وابِلُ المَطَرِ

While my home is watered with my tears,

His home is never watered except by rain.

يا قَوْمُ قَدْ شَفَّني وَجْدِي بِبَدْرِ دُجىً

عَلى قَضيبِ أراكٍ ناعمٍ نَضِرِ

Oh people, my passion for the full moon-faced one

Has healed me, with his tender, delicate branch.

ظَبْيٌ مِنَ الإِنْسِ لَوْلا سِحْر مُقْلَتِهِ

ما بِتُّ فيهِ بِلَيْلٍ غَيْرِ ذي سَحَرِ

He is a gazelle in human form, if not for the magic of his glances,

I would not spend my nights besotted, except by a sorcerer.

في حَاجِبَيْهِ وعَيْنَيهِ وَمَنْطِقِهِ

شِبْهٌ مِنَ القِسي وَالأسْهامِ والوتَرِ

In his eyebrows, eyes and speech,

There are traces of aloe wood, arrows and lute strings.

رَوْضُ الجَمالِ وَأُفْقُ الحُسْنِ فَهْوَ لِذا

قَدْ راحَ يَجْمَعُ بَيْنَ الغُصْنِ والقَمَرِ

He is the meadow of beauty and the horizon of charm,

He combines the branch and the moon.