أَعْدَتْ مَعَاطِفُكِ القَنا فَتَعَوَّما

وَبِلونهِ أَعُدَى مَراشِفَك اللَّمَى

Your coats have returned the moisture and become wet

And with their color, your pillows have imbibed the dampness

إنْ كانَ جَفْنُكِ كاتِماً مِن لَحْظهِ

سَيفاً فَمَن أَجْرَى بِوَجْنَتِكِ الدِّما

If your eyelid is concealing its glances

Then who caused your cheeks to shed blood as swords do?

بَيضاءُ يَلْتَبِسُ الأَقاحُ بِثَغْرِهَا

فَتُزِيلُ عَنْكَ اللَّبْسَ أَنْ تَتَبسَّما

White in complexion, beauty confuses with her mouth

So to remove the confusion from me, you just need to smile

هَاتِ الحَدِيثَ عَنِ الأَراكِ فَإنَّ في

أُنفاسهِ مَا لَمْ يكُنْ لِيُكَتَّما

Talk to me about the bushes, for in

Their breaths lies what was not meant to be concealed

صَبَحَتْهُ رِيقتَها فَهَزَّ غُصُونَهُ

وَدَرَى الحَمامُ بِسُكْرِهِ فَتَرنَّما

Her saliva watered it, so it shook its branches

And the pigeons in their drunkenness cooed and sang

أَشكُو السَّقامَ وَجَفُنها لي هازِئٌ

لَوْ كانَ سُقْمِى سُقْمَهُ لَتأَلَّمَا

I complain of illness, while her eyelid mocks me

If my illness was hers, it would have suffered

أَشتاقُ طَيْفَكِ وَهْوَ مِثلُكِ في الجنَا

عَلَّمْتِهِ هِجْراننا فَتَعلَّما

I yearn for your specter, though it is like you in fairness

You taught it our estrangement, so it learned

لا أَنتَ لي تُعطي وَلا هُوَ في الكَرَى

لَيْتَ الوُشَاةَ مَضَوْا بِحَظِّي مِنكُما

You do not give me yourself, nor does it give itself in creation

If only fate would take my share of you both