في غَزَلي مِنْ لَحْظِ ذَاكَ الغَزالْ

أَخْبَارُ صَبٍّ قَتَلتْهُ النِّبالْ

In my love for that gazelle's glance,

are tales of passion killed by arrows.

غُصْنٌ سَقَتْهُ أَدْمُعِي ثُمَّ مَا

أَثْمَرَ لَمَّا مَالَ إِلّا المَلالْ

A branch I watered with my tears, yet

when it bent, bore only boredom's fruit.

وَهَبْتُه ياقُوتَ دَمْعي وَلا

يَسْمَحُ لي مَبْسَمُهُ بِاللآلْ

I gave it rubies of my tears, but

its smile refuses to glisten at all.

حَلَّ ثلاثاً يَوْمَ حَمَّامِهِ

ذَوَائِباً تَعْبُق مِنْهَا الغَوَالْ

For three days since its bath,

it's had braids, redolent of musk.

فَقُلْتُ والقَصْدُ ذُؤَاباتُهُ

يا سَهَرِي في ذِي اللَّيالِ الطِّوالْ

I said, my night vigil for its glances,

"Oh my wakefulness on those long nights!"