قَد صَدَ قَلبي قَمَرُ

يَسحَرُ مِنهُ النَظَرُ

My heart was fascinated by the moon,

Which enchants the eyes with its splendor.

وَقَد فَنَيتُ بَعدَهُ

وَضاعَ ذاكَ الحَذَرُ

After it disappeared I was lost,

And all caution was abandoned.

بِوَجنَةٍ كَأَنَّما

يَقدَحُ مِنها الشَزَرُ

With cheeks that seem to sparkle,

And a drinker who has intended or slept

وَشارِبٍ قَد هَمَّ أَو

نَمَّ عَلَيهِ الشَعَرُ

While poetry covers him.

His eyelids are weak,

ضَعيفَةٌ أَجفانُهُ

وَالقَلبُ مِنهُ حَجَرُ

And his heart is stone.

It's as if his glances

كَأَنَّما أَلحاظُهُ

مِن فِعلِهِ تَعتَذِرُ

Apologize for his actions.

I have not seen a face like this

لَم أَرَ وَجهاً مِثلَ ذا

نَجا عَلَيهِ بَشَرُ

That mankind could survive its harm.