ظُلماً خَصَمتَ شَهيدَ الحُبِّ عَن دَمِهِ

وَذاكَ خَدُّكَ مَصبوغاً بِعَندَمِهِ

Unjustly you accused the martyr of love over his blood,

While that is your own cheek dyed with his blood.

يَصبو لِأَلحاظِ موسى القَلبُ وَاعَجَباً

رامٍ غَزا مُقلَتي صَبٍّ بِأَسهُمِهِ

My heart overflows with wonder at the glances of Moses,

As he boldly invaded my eyelids with his arrows.

نَصيبُ عاشِقِهِ مِن حُبِّهِ نَصَبٌ

وَحَظُّ مُغرَمِهِ إِرجاءُ مَغرَمِهِ

The fate of his lover from his love is anguish,

And the fortune of his admirer is awaiting his admirer.

عَلَّمتُهُ الفَتكَ في قَلبي بِناظِرِهِ

لَو يَقبَلُ الوَصلَ رَأياً مِن مُعَلِّمِهِ

I taught him murder in my heart with his gaze,

If only he would accept union on the advice of his teacher.