عِذارُهُ قَد سَبى طَرفي تَطَرُّفُهُ

وَشَفَّني مِنهُ صَرفٌ لَستُ أَصرِفُهُ

His reproach has captivated my eyes with its excess

And I was healed of it by a diversion I do not divert

وَخِلتُ عَزمَةَ صَبري عَنهُ ماضِيَةً

فَاِستَوقَفَ الصَبرَ عَن عَزمي تَوَقُّفُهُ

And the resolve of my patience towards it went away

So patience stopped my resolve by its hesitation

هَذا كِتابٌ بِعَينِ القَلبِ تُقرَؤُهُ

تَدِقُّ عَن أَعيُنِ القارينَ أَحرُفُهُ

This is a book read by the eye of the heart

Its letters drip away from the eyes of readers

ما صورَةُ الحُسنِ إِلّا سورَةٌ نَزَلَت

فَكَيفَ لا يَقبَلُ التَقبيلَ مُصحَفُهُ

The image of beauty is nothing but a revealed chapter

So how can its manuscript not accept kissing?

إِن يُصبِحِ الوَردُ لا يُغري الغَرامَ بِهِ

ضَعيفُهُ فبما أَغراهُ مُضعَفُهُ

If roses in the morning do not excite love

Then by what has its weakness excited its weakened?

فَيا لَهُ مِن حَبيبٍ هانَ مَجلِسُهُ

وَيا لَهُ مِن مُحِبٍّ عَزَّ مَوقِفُهُ

Oh, what a beloved whose gathering has become lowly

And what a lover whose stance has become dear