أَنا في الهَوى لَحمٌ عَلى وَضَم لما

عانَيتُ مِن بَرحٍ وَمِن بُرَحاءِ

I am in love a flesh on hot coals when

I suffered both separation and union

بِمُشَمِّرٍ عَن مِعصَمَيهِ مُزَنَّرٍ

يَهتَزُّ بَينَ التيهِ وَالخُيَلاءِ

With his sleeves rolled up from his wrists, wrapped

He sways between confusion and vanity

غمرُ اللِباسِ مَتى بَدا لَكَ وَجهُهُ

أَبصَرتَ فَوقَ الأَرضِ بَدرَ سَماءِ

The beauty of his face when it appeared from under his garb

You see above the earth a full moon in the sky

ما مَدَّ مِديَتَهُ لِقَطعِ شِوائِهِ

إِلا أَرانا أَعجَبَ الأَشياءِ

He never extended his hand to cut off his aberrations

Except to show us the most wondrous things

ظَبيٌ لَواحِظُهُ أَشَدُّ مَواقِعاً

مِن شَفرَةٍ بِيَدَيهِ في الأَحشاءِ

A gazelle whose glances are more penetrating

Than a blade in his hands in the entrails

يَسطو عَلى ما لَيسَ يَعقِلُ مَثلَماً

يَسطو بِمِديَتِهِ عَلى العُقَلاءِ

He assaults what does not think just as his blade assaults

The rational with his hand

فَاِعجَب لِجَزّارٍ فِعالُ جُفونِهِ

في الناسِ ضِعفُ فِعالِهِ بِالشاءِ

So wonder at the butcher whose deeds his eyelids perform

While the impact of his deeds on people is like on a sheep

تَستَوقِفُ الأَبصارَ بِالفُسقارِ صو

رَةُ وَجهِهِ مِن رائِحٍ أَو جائي

His face attracts eyes with the chisel

Of its shape whether from scent or lack thereof

لَو لَم يَكُن بَدرَ السَماءِ لما بَدا

مِن لَونِها بِغِلالَةٍ زَرقاءِ

Had the full moon in the sky not existed it would not have appeared

In its color with a trace of blueness