صَرَّحَ بِما عِندي وَلَو مَلَأَ الفَضا

ما لي وَلِلتَعريضِ فيمَن أَعرَضا

He revealed what was in my heart though it filled the sky,

I have nothing to do with hints from one who turned away.

لي شادِنٌ صادَ الأُسودَ بِمُقلَةٍ

أَلقى الكَمِيُّ لَها الذَوابِلَ مُعرِضا

I have a roaring lion that struck down the black lions with a blow,

The expert archer shot his arrows at it as it turned away.

غُصنٌ مَنابِتُهُ القُلوبُ وَكَوكَبٌ

ما نوءُهُ إِلّا المَدامِعُ فُيَّضا

A branch whose roots are hearts and a star whose tears alone

Are its setting, pouring out.

ما طالَ لَيلي بَعدَهُ بَل ناظِري

يَأتي الصَباحُ فَلا يَراهُ أَبيَضا

My night after him is not long, rather my watcher's eye

Comes at dawn but does not see it white.

أَبكي وَيَضحَكُ راضِياً بِصَبابَتي

فَالصَبُّ يَجني السُخطَ مِن ذاكَ الرِضا

I cry while he laughs, pleased at my youth,

For youth reaps anger from such pleasure.

لا تَلقَ أَنفاسي بِثَغرِكَ إِنَّهُ

بَرَدٌ أَخافُ عَلَيهِ مِن جَمرِ الغَضا

Let not my breath meet your lips, it is

A chill, which I fear on embers of anger.

طارَ الكَرى لَكِنَّ وَجدي قُصَّ في

وَكرِ الضُلوعِ فَلَم يُطِق أَن يَنهَضا

Fate has flown but my love was cut into

The ribs' enclosure, too weak to stand.

أَصبو إِلى قِصَصِ الكَليمِ وَقَومِهِ

قَصداً لِذِكرِكَ عِندَها وَتَعَرُّضا

I incline toward Moses' stories and his people

Seeking your mention among them, and hints.

أَشكو إِلى الحَدَقِ المِراضِ وَضَلَّةٌ

أَن يَشتَكي هَدَفٌ إِلى سَهمٍ مَضى

I complain to the tearful, dark eyes, though it is folly's straying

For a goal to complain to an arrow flown.

بَلوى عَلى القَلبِ المُعَذَّبِ جَرَّها

لَحظي الظَلومُ وَلَحظُ موسى وَالقَضا

My glance drew this torment on my tortured heart,

Like Moses' glance, and the decree of fate.