رُبّ رِيمٍ رَام قَلبِي مُبرَمَا

فِيهِ سَهماً جَاءَ عَن غَيرِ قسِي

Often, my resolute heart was struck

By an arrow that came from one I knew not

مَن رَأَى ظَبَياً أرَانَا أَسهُمَا

مِن لِحَاظِ كَعُيُونِ النَّرجَسِ

Whoever saw a gazelle guide us to its arrows

With the glances of narcissus eyes

يَا نَدِيمِي قُم صفَا وقتُ الهَنَا

فَامل لي الكَأس وعجّل بالطُّلا

My friend, arise, it's time for joy

Fill up my cup and hurry with the drinks

وَأدِرهَا خَمرَةً تُولِي المُنَا

فَزَمَانُ الأُنسِ بِالبشرِ حُلاَ

And turn it into a wine that makes us tipsy

For the time of conviviality with people is sweet

وحَكت بالأنجُمِ الرّوض السَّمَا

إذ غَدت بالزّهرِ مِنها تَكتَسي

The meadow was adorned with stars

As it dawned cloaked in flowers

وَحَبَا الأغصَانَ طُرزاً مُعلما

حِينما ماس بأبهى ملبس

And the branches were decorated, embellished

As she wore the most beautiful attire

ما ترى يا صاح أغصان الربى

مايلات القد من خمر السحاب

What do you see, my friend, the branches of the shrub

Swaying gently with the wine of clouds

حَرّكَتها سَحرَةً أيدي الصّبا

فصبا القلب إليها باكتئاب

Moved by the magic hands of the morning breeze

So my heart poured towards it, yearning

ومن الزهر على أعلى قبا

ومن الروح لها أعلى قباب

With flowers upon its highest crests

And with spirit upon its highest domes

أقطَعَتها السُّحبُ داراً مثلما

كست الروض بثوب دنس

The clouds made it a home as they adorned

The meadow in a soiled gown

وشذَا عرف نسيم هَينَمَا

وكذا يفعل زاكي النفس

And the scent of the gentle breeze spread

As does one pure of soul

مَا لِلاحِ مُذ لَحضا طَاب الهَوى

فِي حَبِيبٍ وجهُهُ يَحكي القَمر

What ails the lover since love was sweet

For a beloved whose face tells of the moon

لَذّ لِي فِي حُبِّهِ مُرّ النَّوى

وارتِكَابُ الهَولِ يَوماً إن خطَر

Joyous for me is his ardent love

And facing horrors if they loomed

مَا عَلَى مَن نَجمُهُ فِيهش هَوى

حِينمَا صدَ دلالاً ونَفَر

It matters not to one whose star love struck

When he refused familiarity and turned away

أحورِيّ اللَّحظِ مَعسُولُ اللَّمَا

فَاحِمُ الشَّعرِ شَهِيّ اللَّعَسِ

Of mesmerizing glances and smooth talk

A heated poet and relaxed jester

ثَغرُهُ أبدى لنا برق السَّمَا

وأثيث الشعر ثوب الغلس

His mouth smiles with the radiance of heaven

And the adornment of poetry a cloak of hides

يَا لهُ بَدراً حمى طَيف الكرى

قَدّهُ والعرف عضبٌ وأسَل

O what a full moon preserving the apparition

His stature and honor are sticks and canes

فِي دُجَى شَعرٍ له بَدرٌ سَرى

وبِشَمسِ الوَجهِ لَيلٌ قد َنَزَل

Amidst the darkness of his hair lies a beaming moon

And with the sun-like face, night has fallen

خِلتُ فِي جفينه سَادَ الشَّرَى

وَعلَى أعطَافِهِ لَيلُ سُدِل

In his eyelids, the crescent reclines

And darkness drapes his temples

سَاحِرُ المُقلَةِ مَعشُوقُ الدّما

قَمَرُ الأُفُقِ وَظَبيُ المِكنَسِ

Sorcerer of the eyelash, beloved of the tent

Moon of horizons and gazelle of the broom

ذُو لِحَاظٍ كَم أرَاقَت مِن دِما

وَهيَ تُزرِي بِالجِوَارِ الكُنَّسِ

With a glance that shed so much blood

As it flirted with the nearby neighbors