غَريرُ لِحاظٍ ناقِصُ الخَصرِ فاتِنٌ

تَكمَّلَ إِذ في أَخذِ روحي تَشَطَّرا

A slender-waisted, charming gazelle

That took my soul when it was made whole

هُوَ الغُصنُ لَكِن بِالهَوى فيهِ خاطِري

عَلى خَطرٍ لَمّا مَشى وَتَخَطَّرا

It is a branch, but my mind is on its danger

When it walked exposed and adventured

وَقالوا اِصطَبر وَالريقُ في فيهِ سكرٌ

فَقُلتُ بِصَبرٍ لا أُقابِلُ سُكَّرا

They said, be patient, there is sweetness in its saliva

I said, with patience I will not meet sugar

عَجِبتُ لَهُ إِذ لاحَ وَاِهتَزَّ عِطفُهُ

لِأَنّي رَأَيتُ الغُصنَ بِالبَدرِ أَثمَرا

I marveled at it when it appeared and its hips swayed

For I saw the branch fruitful like the full moon

فَما الشَمسُ إِلّا وَجنَةٌ مِنهُ أَشرَقَت

نَهاراً وَخَدٌّ فيهِ صَبري تَعَذَّرا

The sun is nothing but a robe it dawned

A day in which my patience was frustrated

وَما اللَيلُ إِلّا شَعرُهُ وَهوَ مُسبَلٌ

وَلَكِنَّهُ قَد صارَ بِالوَجهِ مُقمِرا

The night is nothing but its hair when it is let down

But it has become like a face with kohl lined

وَما المِسكُ إِلّا نَشرُ فيهِ الَّذي طَوى

أَحاديثَ عَن إِسنادِها الطيبُ عُبَّرا

And musk is nothing but the scattering of one who folded

Conversations of its perfume being expressed