قُلتُ إِنَّ القَضيبَ يَحكيكَ عَطفاً

وَغَزالَ الصُرَيمِ جيداً وَطَرفا

I said that the young man charms you with tenderness

And the neck of the gazelle, graceful and gentle

وَلَقَد حدتُ عَن جَمالِكَ لَمّا

قِستُهُ بِالبُدورِ نَعتاً وَوَصفا

And I have told of your beauty when

I compared it to the full moons, praise and description

يا مَليحَ الدَلالِ إِنَّ بِقَلبي

نارُ وَجدٍ مِنَ الهَوى لَيسَ يَطفا

O beautiful charmer, in my heart

Is a fiery passion from love that does not subside

كُلَّما ازدَدتَ في المَلاحَةِ ضِعفاً

زادَ قَلبي مِنَ الصَبابَةِ ضِعفا

Whenever you grow more beautiful and weak

My heart grows weaker from passion

كُنت لا تَعرِفُ الصُدودَ كَدَمعي

صِرت أَقلى مِن دَمعِ عَيني واجِفا

You did not know rejection like my tears

I have become less than the flowing tears of my eyes

بِأَبي نَبِت عارِضَ قُلتُ لَمّا

مَدفوقَ النَهارِ بِاللَيلِ سَجفا

By my father, I said, when the prominent eyebrows

Pushed away the day with the night, overflowing

النَجاةَ النَجاةَ يا خَيلَ سِلوا

ني فَجَيشُ الغَرامِ قَد جاءَ زحفا

Salvation, salvation! O horses ask

For me, the army of love has come marching

كَيفَ يَخفى الهَوى حَليفَ غرام

وَجدُهُ فيكَ واضِحٌ لَيسَ يَخفى

How can love, the confidant of passion

Be hidden in you, it is clear, it cannot be hidden

لا تَزِدني عَلَيكَ في الحُبِّ وَجداً

بَعضَ ما بي مِنَ الصَبابَةِ يكفى

Do not increase me in love and passion

Some of the passion in me is enough

يا مُديرَ الكُؤسِ مِن مُقلَتِهِ

أَنتَ جَرَّعتَني الصَبابَةَ صَرفا

O cupbearer, from his angled cup

You have made me drink passion straight

يا نَسيمَ العِراقِ هبَّ فَقد آ

نَسَ قَلبي مِن طَيِّ نشرِكَ عَرفا

O breeze of Iraq, blow, for I have

Forgotten my heart from the scent of your air

واِصطَنعني بِنَفحَةٍ مِن زَرودٍ

إِنَّ قَلبي بِغَيرِها لَيسَ يُشفى

And heal me with a whiff of flowers

For my heart cannot be cured with anything else