حَذَارِ سيوفَ الهندِ من أَعْينِ التُّركِ

فما شُهرِتْ إِلا لتُؤذِنَ بالفَتْكِ

Beware the swords of India in Turkish eyes,

For they're drawn only to proclaim deceit.

وإِيَّاكَ من تلكَ القدود لأَنَّها

رِماحٌ أُعِدَّت للطَّعانِ بلا شَكِّ

And beware those slender spears for they

Are made for stabbing, doubt not this feat.

فإِن كنتَ مقداماً على البيضِ والقَنا

وإِلاَّ فقد عرّضْت نفسك للهُلْكِ

If you're inclined to pleasure or music bright,

Else you've exposed yourself to certain defeat.

ورُبَّ غَزالٍ باتَ منهم مُضَاجِعي

وقد عَبَقَت منه المضَاجِعُ بالمِسْكِ

Many a tender gazelle have spent their night

And left behind a bed smelling sweet.

فريدُ جَمالٍ وحَّد القلبُ حبّه

كلانَا بحمد الله خَالٍ من الشِّركِ

Fair beauty has unified my heart in love,

By God's grace we are free of all deceit.

وبتنا بحالٍ لو يُخَبِّر مخبِرٌ

سوايَ به قالُوا لقد جئتَ بالإِفكِ

Our state, if told, they'd claim pure lies,

Nothing between us save kisses discreet.

وما بيننَا أَستغفِر الله ريبةٌ

سوى رَشفاتٍ من فَمٍ باردٍ ضَنْك

When his sweet lips give me sips in seclusion

I'm between paradise and soft bleat.

إِذا ما سَقاني في الهَجيرِ رُضَابَه

تَوَهَّمْتُ أَني بين قارَةَ والنَّبكِ

And by his kiss he introduced me to the king,

Saying "This is my mouth, the royal stamp's seat."

وعرَّفَني بالملكِ حينَ لثَمتُه

يقول أَمَا هَذا فَمي خَاتَم الملكِ

Oh sweetness of that honey in the sap!

Oh beauty of that pearl in brace discreet!

فيا طيبَ ذاكَ الشَّهدِ في ذَلك اللَّمى

ويا حُسْنَ ذَاكَ الدُّرِّ في ذَلك السِّلْكِ

They poured between them wine of generosity

So their vessels wept all night, discretely.

وشَربٍ أَراقُوا بينهم دَمَ كرمة

فباتت عليها عيف راووقهم تبكي

Their drink-cups laughed merrily together

At their great delight and joy complete.

وصارت أباريق المُدامةِ بيْنهم

تُقَهقِه من فَرطِ المسرَّة بالضِّحْك

A singer increased their delight with verse

Of fine flowing lines, well-shaped in feat.

وغنَّاهُمُ شادٍ أَغَنُّ فزادهم

بشعرٍ مليح رائقٍ حَسن السَّبْك