أَمُعيرَ بدرِ التِّمِّ وجها والظِّبا

حَدَقا وأغصانِ الرياضِ قُدودا

Does the full moon lend its face to insult and blame

Eyes that stare and branches of gardens held erect

والمِسْكِ نَشْرا والأَقاحِ تَبسُّما

والخمرِ ريقا والشَّقيقِ خدودا

Scattering musk and smiles of anemones

Wine's spittle and cheeks the color of blood-red anemones

رِفْقا بمن أَسرتْ لحاظُك قلبَه

فقتيلُ سيفِ اللحظ من لا يُودَى

Gently, for she whose glances have captured his heart

The slain of the sword of a glance, no remedy can mend