من أَودَع الراحَ والأَقاحَ فمَك

ومن أَعار الصَباح مُبتَسمَك

You who stored tenderness and passion in me

And lent your smiling morning to me

أَصبحَ من قد رآك ملتثماً

يتيه سُكراً فكيف من لَثمَك

Whoever saw you frowning

Wandered drunk with love, so what of one you kissed

لَو أَنصفتك الحسانُ قاطبةً

أَصبحتَ مولىً وأَصبحَت خَدمَك

If all beauty did you justice

You would be lord and your servants abound

قالوا حَكى فرقَك الصَباحُ وَلَو

حُكِّمتُ فيهِ أَوطأتُه قَدَمَك

They say dawn parted you, but even if

I judged it, I would trample dawn under your feet

يا مقسِماً أَن يُذيبَني كلَفاً

حسبُك أَبررتَ بالجَفا قَسمَك

O you who vowed to melt me away in yearning

Enough that with your coldness you fulfilled your vow

وأَنت يا طرفَه السَقيمَ أَما

تكفُّ عن ظُلم غير من ظَلَمَك

And you, O sickly eyelid, will you not

Stop wronging others besides those you have wronged

سلبتني صَبري الجَميلَ وَما

كفاكَ حتّى كسوتَني سَقَمَك

You robbed me of my beautiful patience, and still

That was not enough, so you clothed me in your sickness