أَيُّ عيدٍ مِنَ الهَوى عادَ قَلبي

بَعدَما جَعجَعَ الدُجى بِالرَكبِ

What feast of passion did my heart regain

After the night clouds thundered with the rain

لَو دَعاني مِن غَيرِ أَرضِكَ داعٍ

لِغَرامٍ لَكُنتُ غَيرَ مُلَبّي

If one had called me from a land not yours

For love, I would not have obeyed the call

أَينَ ظَبيٌ بِذي النَقا يوقِدُ النا

رَ عِشاءً بِالمَندَلِيِّ الرَطبِ

Where is the gazelle with the soft white throat

Who lights the embers with the moist sweet fruit

كُلَّما أُخمِدَت زَهاها بِضَوءِ ال

حُسنِ مِن جيدِهِ وَضَوءِ القَلبِ

Whenever its brightness is quenched by the light

Of beauty from its neck and heart’s delight

سَكَنَ الهَضبَ مِن قَبا فَوَجَدنا

أَثَراً لِلهَوى بِذاكَ الهَضبِ

It settled in the meadow long ago

And there we found the vestige of its glow

لَيتَ أَحبابَنا وَقَد أَشرَقونا

سَوَّغونا بَردَ الزَلالِ العَذبِ

Would that our loved ones, radiant and fair

Had let us taste the cool sweet water there

يا لَها نَظرَةً عَلى الشَعبِ دَلَّت

ني غُروراً عَلى غَزالِ الشِعبِ

Ah, that one glance upon the hillside where

It led me, raptured, to the hillside deer

قَسَموا السوءَ بَينَ عَيني وَقَلبي

لِم جَنى ناظِري فَعَذَّبَ قَلبي

Evil they apportioned 'twixt mine eye and heart

Why should my lover suffer for their art?