إِشرَب بِكَأسٍ مِن كَفِّ طاوُوسِ

مُدَلَّلٍ في النَعيمِ مَغموسِ

Drink from a cup in the hands of a pampered peacock

Immersed in luxury, soaked in bliss

طالَ وُقوفي عَلَيهِ مُنتَظِراً

لِمَوعِدٍ في المِطالِ مَحبوسِ

Long have I stood waiting for him

For a tryst imprisoned in promises

ما في يَدي مِنهُ غَيرُ عَضُّ يَدي

وَرُبَّ بَختٍ في الحُبِّ مَنحوسِ

In my hands I have nothing of him but the grasp of my hands

And perhaps in love, many fortunes are ill-omened

لَم تَخلُ في خَصرِهِ مَناطِقُهُ

مِن جَذبِ سَيفٍ وَحَملِ دَبوسِ

His waist did not lack belts

From drawing swords and carrying daggers

ظَبيٌ يَرى طَرفَهُ فَيَرجُمُهُ

وَهوَ سِوى ذاكَ لَيثُ عِرّيسِ

A gazelle who sees its glance so stones it

Yet he is a fierce, unbroken lion

لا يَطمَعُ الصَبُّ فيهِ في دَرَكٍ

وَلَو حَباهُ بِعَرشِ بَلقيسِ

The young man cannot hope to gain him

Even if granted the throne of Bilqis

يا رَبِّ عَجِّل مِمّا تَرى فَرَجي

وَاِقضِ لِكَربي مِنهُ بِتَنفيسِ

O Lord, hasten what relief You see fit

And relieve my distress with solace

وَكَم وَحَتّى أَهيمُ مِن وَلَهٍ

كَذي جُنونِ الخَبالِ مَمسوسِ

How long will I rave confused

Like one insane, possessed