أَلا رُبَّ واشٍ في هَواكَ وَلاحي

رَدَدتُهُما لَم يَظفَرا بِفَلاحِ

Alas! Many a whisperer in your love, my blamer,

I have repelled, but they have not attained salvation.

فَيا مَن جِهاتي الستُّ مَشغولَةٌ بِهِ

أَجَل وَفَسادي عِندَهُ وَصَلاحي

So O you whose sides are occupied with him,

My excellence and corruption are with him, and my success.

عِذاراكَ رَيحاني وَعَيناكَ نَرجِسي

وَخَدّاكَ تُفّاحي وَريقُكَ راحي

Your excuse is my basil, and your eyes my narcissus,

And your cheek my apple, and your saliva my comfort.

وَصُدغاكَ لَيلي إِن هَمَمتُ بِخَلوَةٍ

فَلا تَبتَسِم يُشرِق ضِياءُ صَباحي

And your cheeks my night, if I crave solitude,

So do not smile, the light of my dawn will shine.

فَيا لَكَ طيباً أَنبَتَ الوَردَ خَدُّهُ

لَدَى رَعيِهِ في الكَأسِ نَورَ أَقاحِ

O, how good you are! Your cheek grew roses

At the sight of him in the cup the light of sparks.

قَوامُكَ سَلّابُ الرِماحِ اِهتِزازَها

وَحَشوُ الجُفونِ السودِ بيضُ صِفاحِ

Your stature makes spears quiver by its wavering,

And the blackness of eyelids the whiteness of shining.

رَمَتنا سِهامُ اللَّحظِ عَن قَوسِ حاجِبٍ

سِهامُكِ ريشَت مِن جَناحِ نَجاحِ

The glances' arrows missed from the bow of an eyebrow,

Your arrows are feathered with the wing of success.

إِلى اللَهِ نَشكو مِن جَوىً بِقلوبِنا

لِنَفثِ مَريضاتِ الجُفونِ صِحاحِ

To God we complain of a heart's burning

From the breath of sick eyelids' recovery.

وَلَم نَرَ تُركِياً سِواكَ مُبارِزاً

يُجَدِّلُ أَبطالاً بِغَيرِ سِلاحِ

We have not seen a Turk but you as a challenger

Debating heroes without other weaponry.

وَمَن تَكُنِ الإِسفِنطُ في فيهِ ريقَةً

فَأَجفانُهُ سَكرى وَهُنَّ صَواحي

He whose breath is myrrh, his eyelids will be drunk,

And they are merry though losing consciousness.

فُؤادي بِسُمرِ التُركِ لا شَكَّ هائِمٌ

فَدَعنِيَ مِن بيضٍ كَبيضِ أَداحي

My heart is surely obsessed with your Turkish charm,

So leave me with eggs like the eggs of ostriches.

فَما بَلَغَت قِدماً صَواحِبُ يوسُفٍ

مَداهُ فَخُذ جِداً بِغَيرِ مِزاحِ

The friends of Joseph never reached his extent,

So take it seriously without joking.

أَلَم تَرَ ذُكرانَ الطَواويسِ عِندَها ال

إِناثُ قِباحٌ قوبِلَت بِمِلاحِ

Do you not see the male peacocks with them

Ugly females encountered with salt.

وَما أَنا في هاتا وَلا ذاكَ راغِبٌ

أَبَت في التَصابي أَن تَهُبَّ رِياحي

I neither desire this nor that,

The winds refused to blow away my worries.