أَنا في اللَّذَّاتِ مَخْلوعُ العِذارِ
هائمٌ في حُبِّ ظَبيٍ ذِي احْورارِ
Amid pleasures I run unbridled,
wandering, love-mad for a gazelle with lustrous, dark-rimmed eyes.
صُفْرَةٌ في حُمْرَةٍ في خَدِّهِ
جَمعتْ رَوضَةَ وَردٍ وَبَهارِ
A golden pallor amid crimson upon his cheek
has brought together a garden of roses and yellow blooms.
بِأبِي طَاقةُ آسٍ أقْبَلَتْ
تَتَثَنَّى بَينَ حِجْلٍ وسِوارِ
My father be ransom for a myrtle spray coming toward me,
swaying between anklet and bracelet.
قادَني طَرْفي وقلبي للهوَى
كيف مِن طرْفي ومِن قَلبي حِذاري
My eye and my heart led me into love—
how can I guard against my own eye, against my heart?
لو بغيرِ الماءِ حَلْقي شَرِقٌ
كنتُ كالغَضّان بالماء اعتصاري
Had my throat choked on anything other than water,
I would, like a tender shoot, have sought refuge in water.
Sol 5.6