إِنَّ الَّذي رَهَنَ الفُؤادَ قَتُولا

وَجهٌ أُعير مَلاحةً وَقَبُولا

He who has pledged his heart unto death,

A face he borrowed, accepting and kind,

وَجهٌ كَأَنَّ بِهِ ضِياءَ المُشتَري

وَكَأَنَّ فيهِ رَوضةً وَقَبولا

A face like the moon in its radiant light,

In it, a garden of beauty to find.

حاشى لِحُسنِكَ أَن يردّ مُعاره

وَلِرَهنِ وُدّي أَن يُرى مَحلولا

Too fair your beauty for borrowed attire,

And the pledge of my love to be undone,

إِلفان مُمتَزجانِ في حُكمِ الهَوى

كَالماءِ مازجَ في الكُؤوسِ شَمولا

In love's dominion, two spirits entwine,

Like water and wine mixed in a cup as one.