لي حَبيبٌ ناظِرٌ عَن لَحظِ خِشفِ

قُبلَةٌ مِنهُ مِنَ الأَسقامِ تَشفي

I have a lover with a glance that heals

A kiss from him cures all my ails

بِتُّ أَستَحلي مَجاني رَشفِهِ

وَهوَ يَستَحلي كَما اِستَحلَيتُ رَشفي

I yearn for his sweet kiss

As he yearns for my kiss the same

أَرُضابٌ ريقُهُ أَم ضَربٌ

مِن عَصيرِ الكَرمِ مَمزوجاً بِصِرفِ

Is it wine mixed with grape juice?

Or a punch that makes me swoon?

هَزَّ غُصنَ البانِ في حِقفِ نَقاً

وَبَلائي غُصنُ بانٍ فَوق حِقفِ

He shook the bough of acacia in jest

While my affliction is an acacia bough swaying above in mirth

قَمَرٌ صورَتُهُ كاسِفَةٌ

كَلَّ بَدرٍ كامِلٍ لَيلَةَ نِصفِ

His image is like a waning moon

Like a full moon on the night it halves

لَحظُهُ السَكرانُ في عَربَدَةٍ

لَم يَزَل في تيهِهِ ثانِيَ عِطفِ

His drunken eyes in reverie

Lost in the haze of his charm

آلَمتهُ عَضَّتي في خَدِّهِ

أَلَماً كِدتُ لَهُ آكُلُ كَفّي

My bite pained his cheek

An agony that made me nearly bite my palm

وَقَفَ الحُسنُ عَلَيهِ فَغَدا

جامِعُ الحُسنِ لَهُ أَحسَنَ وَقفِ

Beauty stood still before him

As the epitome of beauty in its finest stance