غُلاميَةٌ جاءَت وَقَد جَعَلَ الدُجى

لِخاتَمَ فيها فَصٌّ غاليَة خَطّا

A maiden came, and dusk had made

A ring on her finger with gems arrayed.

فَقُلتُ أُحاجيها بِما في جُفونِها

ما في الشِفاهِ اللُعسِ مِن حُسنِها المُعطّى

I said I'd match with lids that shone

The lips' sweet red, not borrowed, her own.

مُحَيَّرَةَ العَينَين في غَيرِ سَكرَةٍ

مَتى شَرَبت أَلحاظُ عَينَيك اِسفَنطا

Eyes wandering, not wine-oppressed,

When did your glances steep themselves in myrrh?

أَرى نَكهَةَ المِسواك في حُمرَةِ اللَمى

وَشارِبَك المُخضَر بِالمِسكِ قَد خُطّا

I see toothstick's savor on the red of her mouth,

And her chin, by musk made fresh, brushed over.

عَسى قُزَحا قَبَّلتِهِ فَأخالُهُ

عَلى الشِفَة اللَمياء قَد جاء مُخَطّا

I fancy the rainbow has kissed it, and left it

Marked on her moist lip with a wrote that won't fade.