سَقى حِماكَ مِنَ الوَسمِيِّ أَغزَرُهُ

وَلا أَلَمَّ بِهِ وَهنٌ يُغَيِّرُهُ

His cheek was watered by the finest wine

That left no weakness that could change his mind

وَأَجرَتِ الريحُ في أَرجائِهِ أَرجاً

كَالمِسكِ نَشراً عَلى الأَرجاءِ تَنشُرُهُ

The wind blew gently through his dwelling

Like musk it spread its scent around each corner

دارُ الهَوى وَرَبوعاً لَم أَزَل كَلَفاً

يا واحِدَ الحُسن يُصبيني تَذَكُّرُهُ

The abode of love for me has always been a burden

O you of singular beauty, remembering you makes me yearn

أَشتاقُ وَهوَ في قَلبي وَلَستُ عَلى

بُعدِ المَسافةِ أَنساهُ فَأَذكُرُهُ

I miss you though you're in my heart, and I'm not

Distant that I'd forget and need to be reminded

أُعيذُهُ مِن صَباباتٍ كُلِفتُ بِها

فيهِ وَلَيلٌ طَويلٌ بِتُّ أَسهَرُهُ

I protect him from the youths I'm tasked to watch over

For him my long nights awake I suffer

يَجني عَلَيَّ بِلا ذَنبٍ وَمِن عَجَبٍ

أَرى الجِنايَةَ إِحساناً فَأَشكُرُهُ

He wrongs me though I'm innocent, and strangely

I see the wrong as kindness and am thankful

مَن لي بِهِ وَهوَ سُلطانٌ يَمُرُّ عَلى

قُلوبِ أَهلِ الهَوى وَالحُسنُ عَسكَرُهُ

Who can help me when he reigns supreme

Over the hearts of lovers, his beauty their regime

إِذا رَنى وَاِنثَنى فَاللَحظُ أَبيَضُهُ

وَالقَدُّ في حَومَةِ الهَيجاءِ أَسمَرُهُ

When he sings and sways, his glances shine white

His stature amidst tumult shows darkness of night

ما جِئتُهُ شاكِياً مِن جَورِ عامِلِهِ

إِلّا وَحاجِبُهُ في الحالِ ناظِرُهُ

Not once did I complain of his watcher's cruelty

Except his brow would swiftly turn to stare at me