أَعدتْ جفونُكَ مِنكَ الجسمَ بالسَّقَم

لا بل فؤادِي قد أَعْدَاهُ بالأَلَم

Your eyelids have weakened your body with sickness,

No, but my heart, it has pained it with torment,

وإِنَّ حُمّاك من نَارٍ توقُّدُهَا

في وَجنَةٍ لك لاَ تَخْبُو من الضَّرم

And indeed, your fever is from a fire kindled

In a cheek of yours that does not conceal its inflammation.

جاءَ السَّقامُ إِليه يستضيءُ به

يا حسنَ خدَّيه من نارٍ على عَلَمِ

The sickness came to it seeking light from it.

O beauty of his cheeks, from a fire raised on a banner!

ما بال حُمّاه قد جارت على شفةٍ

ما زلت أُشْفِقُ من تقبيلِها بفمي

What is it with his fever that has flowed onto a lip,

I have continued to fear kissing it with my mouth?

قد صيّرتْ أَثرَ التقبيل في فَمِه

فَصّاً لَخَاتَمِ ذاك المَبْسِم الشَبِم

It has made the effect of kissing in his mouth

A shield for the seal of that bashful smile.