ومُخَيِّمٌ بين الحَشَا وشَغَافِهِ

نضَبَتْ بِحارُ الشِّعْرِ في أَوْصَافِهِ

Camping between Hasha's sands and its thickets

The seas of poetry on him are all dried up

السِّحْرُ في لحظَاتِهِ والنَّارُ في

وجَنَاتِهِ والماءُ في أَطْرَافِهِ

Magic in his glances, fire in his gardens

Water at his edges, bliss in his pockets

مبسوطُ عُذْرِ التِّيهِ أَنصفَ حُسْنُه

في تِيهِهِ والجَوْرُ في إِنصَافِهِ

His beauty excuses fully his confusions

Though confused, he’s fair in his profusions

قالوا لقَدْ أَسْرَفْتَ فيه وما دَرَوْا

أَنَّ اقتصادَ الصَّبِّ في إِسْرَافِه

They said you’ve been excessive about him

But fervor’s thrift is in its effusions

عانقْتُ منهُ الغُصْن قبل ذُبُولِهِ

وجنيتُ منه الزَّهْرَ قبل جَفافِهِ

I embraced his branch before its withering

And plucked his blooms before their drying

ولثمْتُ سالِفتيْهِ لثْماً لم يكُنْ

لولا وَسَاطةُ سُكرِهِ بِسُلافِهِ

I kissed his former days with a kiss that wouldn’t

be without liquor’s mediation in its serving

مَزَّقْتُ ثوبَ النومِ عنه ولم أُطِقْ

تمزيق ثوْبِ السُّكْرِ عن أَعْطافِهِ

I tore off the dress of sleep from him, but couldn’t

tear off the dress of drunkenness from his edges

ورأَيتُ لثْم الثَّغْرِ بعد مئِينِه

متدرِّجاً مِنْها إِلى آلافِهِ

And I saw the kiss of the lips after its repeat

Gradually go from it to its multitudes

عِشْقي مُلُوكِيٌّ لأَنَّ مُعَذِّبي

ما زالتِ الأَملاكُ من أَسْلافِهِ

My love is kingly, for my tormentor

Kings have still been among his ancestors