سَلِ النَومَ يا موسى وَهُنِّئتَ طيبَهُ

مَتى عَهدُهُ مِن عَينِ مَهجورِكَ الشَقي

Ask sleep, O Musa, and congratulate its goodness

When did sleep care for the eye of your miserable lover?

وَطالَ اِتِّقائي أَن أُصابَ بِفِتنَةٍ

لَقَد جَلَبَت عَيناكَ ما كُنتُ أَتَّقي

My fear of falling into temptation grew long

Indeed your eyes have brought what I feared

نَظَرتَ بِتِلكَ العَينِ نَظرَةَ قاتِلٍ

فَهَل عِندَها إِن مُتُّ نَظرَةُ مُشفِقِ

You looked with those eyes, a murderous glance

If you die, will there be a glance of sympathy from them?

أَيا مُعرِضاً أَعلَقتُ مِن حَبلِهِ يَدي

بِمِثلِ شُعاعِ البارِقِ المُتَأَلِّقِ

O indifferent one, have I clung my hands to your rope

Like the rays of lightning gleaming?

أُبَرهِنُ عِندَ النَفسِ باطِلَ عُذرِهِ

وَأَقنَعُ مِنهُ بِالوِدادِ المُلَفَّقِ

I prove to the soul the falsity of his excuse

And convince him with patched up affection

أَأَعرَيتَني مِن ثَوبِ وَصلِكَ بَعدَما

كَسَوتَ الضَنى عِطفَيَّ وَالشَيبَ مَفرِقي

Have you stripped me of the garment of your connection after

Sorrow clothed my shoulders and scattered my gray hair?

وَيا سَلوَتي لا أَعرِفُ العُذرَ إِنَّني

أَخَذتُ مَعَ الأَشجانِ أَكرَمَ مَوثِقِ

O my solace, I do not know the excuse. Indeed,

I have taken, along with passions, the most solemn pact

وَيا صاحِ إِن لَم تَدرِ أَنَّ شَقاوَةً

تَلَذُّ وَهوناً يُشبِهُ العِزَّ فَاِعشَقِ

O companion, if you do not know that wretchedness

Is pleasurable, and resembles honor, then fall in love!