وَشى بِسِرِّيَ في موسى وَأَعلَنَهُ

خَدٌّ يُريكَ طِرازَ الحُسنِ كَيفَ وُشي

He confided my secret to Musa and revealed it,

A cheek that shows you the pattern of beauty, how it was adorned.

تَهتَزُّ في بُردِهِ رَيحانَةٌ شَرِبَت

ماءَ الصِبى يا لَهُ رِيّاً وَيا عَطَشي

A basil sways in its coldness, it drank

The water of the boy, oh for it a meadow and oh my thirst!

هَل خالُهُ بِدَمي أَم سَيفُ ناظِرِهِ

قَد ضاعَ ثَأرِيَ بَينَ الهِندِ وَالحَبَشِ

Did his mole shed my blood or the sword of its onlooker?

My revenge is lost between India and Abyssinia.

أَودى بِقَلبي لِذاكَ الصُدغِ عَقرَبُهُ

لَو أَنَّ دِرياقَ ذاكَ الريقِ مُنتَعِشي

Its scorpion stung my heart for that cheek,

If only the antidote of that saliva was invigorating.

تَرى العَواذِلَ حَولي كَالفَراشِ وَقَد

حاموا فَأَحرَقتُهُم بِالشَوقِ في فُرُشي

You see the virgins around me like butterflies, and they

Flocked, so I burned them with passion in my bed.