أَلقاهُ بِالشَكوى إِلَيهِ فَيُعرِضُ

أَهُوَ الحَبيبُ اَم العَدُوُّ المُبغِضُ

He complains of him, but he turns away

Is he the beloved or the hating enemy?

وَأَقولُ قد أَمرَضتَ جِسمي في الهَوى

مَتَعَمِّداً فَيَقولُ جَفني أَمرَضُ

And I say you've made my body sick with love

Intentionally, and he says my eyelids made me sick

بِأَبي غزالٍ ما بَدا إِلّا غَدا

فيهِ المُفَنِّدُ بِالغَرامِ يُحَرِّضُ

By my father Ghazal, nothing but mischief appeared

In it the debunker with passion arouses

وَآلَ عَلى العُشّاقِ مُشرِفُ صَدغِهِ

يالَيتَه يَوماً بِكَفّي يَقبِضُ

And the cheeks of the lovers' confidant have turned against them

Would that one day with my palms I could grab them

رَكِبَ الهَوى فَحَبَّذا مِن فارِسٍ

بِالحُسنِ في مَيدانِ قَلبي يَركُضُ

He rode love so the knight in the field of my heart gallops

With beauty, connected to it like a branch that droops

مُستَيقِضٌ لِلقَتلِ ناعِسُ طَرفِهِ

بِأَبي وَأُمّي الناعِسُ المُستَيقِضُ

Awake to kill, asleep are his eyelashes

By my father and mother, the sleepy wakeful one

عُمرُ الغَرامِ لَه بِقَلبي مَنزِلاً

بِالأَنسِ مَعهَدَ عَهدِهِ لا ينقَضُ

The life of passion in my heart has a dwelling

With intimacy its pact he will not break

نَصَبَ الجَمالَ بِعامِلٍ مِن قَدِّهِ

كَالغُصنِ مِنهُ بِالإِضافَة يُخفَضُ

He set up beauty with a measure from his stature

Like a branch subordinate to him it sags

فَنَهَت عُلومُ السِحرِ مِنهُ مُقلَةً

أَضحَت تَسِنُّ لَنا الغَرامَ وَتَفرِضُ

So the sciences of magic from him became frustrated

They began to facilitate passion and impose it

راضِ الغَرامِ جَموحُ قَلبي مُذ غَدا

وَالخَدُّ مِنهُ بِالعِذارِ مُرَوِّضُ

Pleased with passion, my heart's zeal since it began

And the cheek by coyness from it is trained

مُذ تُهتُ وَجداً في غَياهِبِ شعرِهِ

لَم يَبقَ لي في الدَهرِ يَومٌ أَبيَضُ

Since it went astray in the dark tresses of his hair

No day for me in life remained white