لَو لَم يُعَطَّل خاطِري مِن سَلوَةٍ

ما كانَ خَدّي بِالمَدامِعِ حالِ

Had my thoughts not been disturbed by passion's whim

My cheek would not be stained by flowing tears

أَودَعتُهُ قَلبي فَخانَ وَديعَتي

فَسَوادُهُ في خَدِّهِ بِالخالِ

I entrusted him with my heart but he betrayed my trust

So the darkness on his cheek is marked with moles

فَعَلَ السَقامُ بِمُهجَتي وَجَوارِحي

أَفعالَ حِصنِ الدينِ بِالأَموالِ

Sickness made my brain and limbs

Act like the castle of faith with riches

لَم يَبقَ في أَيّامِهِ مِن فِتنَةٍ

لِلناسِ إِلّا فَتنَةً بِجَمالِ

In his days, of tribulations that remain

For people, only the tribulation of beauty

تُسمى الرِماحُ قَناً فَأَمّا بَعدَما

صارَت بِكَفِّكَ فَالرِماحُ عَوالِ

Spears were called thin rods, but after

They became in your palm, the spears are flexible