بِنَفسي غَزالٌ ما تَحَرَّجَ عَن دَمي

فَمِن صَدِّهِ دَمعي لَهُ لَونُ عَندَمِ

With myself a gazelle not shy of my blood

So my tears for blocking him take on the hue of anemones

نَضى البيضَ عَن أَجفانِهِ السودِ رانِياً

وَفَوَّقَ قَوسَ الحاجِبَينِ بِأَسهُمِ

He passed by the white of his eyelids flowing

And strung the bow of the eyebrows with arrows

غَزالٌ لَهُ وَجهُ الغَزالَةِ مُشرِقاً

فَواعَجَبا لِلظَبيِ يَسطو بِضَيغَمِ

A gazelle with the face of a gazelle shining

So wondrous is the oryx exulting with butting

وَوا رَحمَتا لِلخَصرِ مِن ثِقلِ رِدفِهِ

إِذا هَزَّ قَدَّ السَمهَرِيِّ المُقَوَّمِ

Oh pity for the waist from the weight of his rump

When the dappled one sways straightening his curve

وَوا ظَمَئي لِلراحِ مِن بَردِ ريقِهِ

لِتَقبيلِ دُرِّ الثَغرِ مِن خاتَمِ الفَمِ

Oh my thirst for the saliva from the cool of his mouth

To kiss the pearl of the lips from the seal of the mouth

بَدا صَنَماً لي مُحرِقاً بِصُدودِهِ

وَلِلعابِدي الأَصنامِ نارَ جَهَنَّمِ

He appeared before me an idol scorching with his distance

And for the idolaters, the fire of hell