لِيْ مِنْ هَوَاكَ بَعيدُهُ وَقَريبُهُ

ولَكَ الجَمالُ بَديعُهُ وَغَرِيبُهُ

For me, your love has both distant and near

While for you is beauty, both exotic and rare

يا مَنْ أُعِيذُ جَمالَهُ بِجلاَلِهِ

حَذَراً عَلَيْهِ مِنَ العُيونِ تُصِيبُهُ

O you whose beauty I protect with his glory

Guarding it from eyes that would strike it

إِنْ لَمْ تَكُنْ عَيْني فَإِنَّكَ نُورُهَا

أَوْ لَمْ تَكُنْ قَلْبي فأَنْتَ حَبيبُهُ

If my eyes are not yours, you're still their light

If my heart's not yours, you're still its delight

هَلْ حُرْمَةٌ أَوْ رَحْمَةٌ لِمُتيَّمٍ

قَدْ قَلَّ فِيكَ نَصِيرُهُ وَنَصِيبُهُ

Is there any sanctity or mercy for one spurned in love?

When in you, both help and luck have lessened

أَلِفَ القَصائِدَ في هَوَاكَ تَغزُّلاً

حَتَّى كأَنَّ بِكَ النَّسيبَ نَسِيبُهُ

He composed love poems till it seemed

The composer made you his own kin

هَبْ لي فُؤَاداً بِالغَرامِ تُشِبُّهُ

واسْتَبْقِ فَوْداً بالصُّدود تُشِيبُهُ

Grant me a heart that resembles lovesickness

And outpace messengers that would make it grey

لَمْ يَبْقَ لِي سِرٌّ أقولُ تُذِيعُهُ

عَنِّي وَلا قَلْبٌ أَقُولُ تُذِيبُهُ

I have no secret left to tell and spread

Nor a heart left to speak and melt away

كَمْ لَيْلَةٍ قَضَّيْتُها مُتَسَهِّداً

وَالدَّمْعُ يَجْرَحُ مُقْلَتي مَسْكُوبُهُ

How many nights I spent awake till dawn

Tears wounding my eyelids, poured out

وَالنَّجْمُ أَقْرَبُ مِنْ لِقَاكَ مَنَالُهُ

عِنْدِي وَأَبْعَدُ مِنْ رِضَاكَ مَغِيبُهُ

The stars are closer in reaching you

To me, while your pleasure is further horizoned

وَالجَوُّ قَدْ رَقَّت عَليَّ عُيونُهُ

وَجُفونُهُ وَشِمالُهُ وَجنوبُهُ

The air has softened its eyes over me

Its eyelids, left and right surrounding me

هِيَ مُقْلةٌ سَهْمُ الفِراقِ يُصِيبُها

وَيَسِحُّ وَابِلُ دَمْعِها فَيصُوبُهُ

This is an eyelid struck by separation's arrow

Its torrential tears deluge and soak it

وَجَوىً تَضرَّم جَمْرُهُ لَوْلا نَدَىً

قَاضِي القُضاةِ قَضَى عَليَّ لَهِيبُهُ

An ember whose coal would have flared up

If not for the justice of Justices that ruled its blaze be upon me