يا رَفيقي إِن كُنتَ نِعمَ الرَّفيقُ
دَع مَلامي فَالقَلبُ صَبٌّ مَشوقُ
O my companion, if you're a good companion
Ignore my blame, for my heart is a passionate lover
سَدَّ عَنّي الغَرامُ بابَ سُلُوّي
وَفُؤادي بِالوَجدِ فيهِ حَريقُ
The passion has closed for me the door of my solace
And my heart within it is burning
قَمَرٌ لي مِن أَدمُعي وَسَناهُ
شَرقٌ كُلَّما بَدا وَشُروقُ
I have a moon made of my tears, and its brilliance
Rises whenever it shows its face
غُصنُ بانٍ غَضٌّ وَريقُ مُنى النف
سِ بِفيهِ وَالخَدُّ عَضٌّ وَريقُ
A tender branch, bent, and the soft cheek of my soul's delight
Is bent, and the cheek is soft and bent
فيهِ عَفَّت سَريرَتي وَمَتى يَب
دُ فَطَرفي زانٍ بِهِ زِنديقُ
In it my honor is chaste, and when does it appear
My eyelashes are adulterous with it, heretic
غادِرٌ بِالعُقوقِ غادَرَ دَمعي
ثَغرُهُ اللؤلُؤيُّ وَهوَ عَقيقُ
Abandoning faithlessness, he abandoned my tears
His lucent lips, they are carnelian
طَرقتني طَوارِقُ الهَمِّ لَمّا
لَم يَزُرني مِنهُ خَيالٌ طَروقُ
The specters of anxiety besieged me when
No image of him came to visit me at night
كَيفَ يَغشى الخَيالُ لَيلاً طُروقاً
عاشِقاً عَنهُ أَعرَضَ المَعشوقِ
How can a specter overwhelm lovers at night
When the beloved has turned away from them
لَحظُهُ سَيفُهُ يُريقُ دِماءً
وَعَلى أَنَّهُ يُريقُ يَروقُ
His glance is his sword that spills blood
And though it spills, it is pleasing
فُقتُ حُزناً إِذ فاقَ حُسناً وَمِن سك
رِ هَواهُ أَمسَيتُ لَيسَ أَفيقُ
I despaired in sorrow when his beauty surpassed
And from the drunkenness of his love I became insensible
شَقَّ قَلبي بِالوَجدِ إِذ لاحَ في خَد
ديهِ وَردٌ مُضاعَفٌ وَشَقيقُ
It tore my heart with passion when a doubled, layered rose
Appeared on his cheek
في هَواهُ أَشكو الَّذي يَشتَكي مِن
ثِقَلِ الرِّدفِ الخَصرُ وَهوَ دَقيقُ
Of his love I complain of what complains
Of the heaviness of the hips, and it is delicate
وَرَدَ الوَردُ فَاِسقِني بِنتَ كَرَمٍ
باتَ يَجلو عَروسَها الرَّاووقُ
The roses have come, so serve me, daughter of nobility
Stayed awake by her groom, the watchman
ما بَدَت لِلقُسوسِ في الكَأسِ إِلّا
قَدَّسوها وَصَلَّبَ الجاثَليقُ
In the goblet, nothing appeared to the priests
Except they sanctified it, and the patriarch was crucified
ما تَرى الطَيرَ في الغُصونِ تُغَنّي
وَلنا بِالرَبيعِ رَوضٌ أَنيقُ
You don't see the birds singing in the branches
And for us in spring there is an elegant garden
وَأَكُفُّ المَنثورِ تَلطِمُ خَدَّ ال
وَردِ كَيما يَفوحُ مِسكٌ سَحيقُ
I cease the scattered rain from striking the cheek
Of the rose, so that heavy musk will emanate
