قَد زارَني مِن بَني الأَتراكِ مُختَفِياً

ظَبيٌ عَلى غَيرِ ميعادٍ لَهُ سَلَفا

A guest has come to me from the Turks' abode

A gazelle, unanticipated and unforetold

يهزُّ مِن قَدِّهِ رُمحاً عَلى نَقَوَي

رَملٍ يَنوءُ بِهِ ثِقلاً إِذا اِنعَطَفا

Shaking from his slender figure a spear

Over shifting sands which burden it when bent

سَقَت عَوارِضَهُ جَفناهُ سارِيَةً

فَأَنبَتَت عارِضاهُ رَوضَةً أُنُفا

His eyelids rain perennial sweetness

And his glances seed a blooming meadow

كَأَنَّهُ دُرَّةُ الغَوّاصِ كادَ يَرى

مِن قَبلِ رُؤيَتِها في كَفِّهِ التَلَفا

As if he were a pearl the diver glimpsed

Just before seizing it in his palm

وَلا سَبيلَ إِلى مَعسولِ ريقَتِهِ

حَتّى يَبيتَ مِنَ الصَهباءِ مُرتَشَفا

No access to the honey of his lips

Until he sips from Zamzam at nightfall

فَامنُن بِها مِثلَ ديني رِقَّةً وَشَذى

ذِكراكَ طيباً وَقَلبي في هَواكَ صَفا

So favor me with tenderness like my faith, and joy -

Your memory is sweet, and my heart is clear in its passion for you