فُؤَادِي بسهم المقلتينِ رماهُ

وقَلْبي بِنار الوَجْنتيْنِ كَوَاهُ

My heart he struck with arrows from his eyelids

And my soul with the fire of his cheeks he seared

فقال الحشا أَهلاً به حين زارَه

وقال الْهَوى لَبَّيْك حِين دَعَاهُ

So my passion hailed him when he came to visit

And my love cried “Here I am!” when he called it near

فَبَلَّغْتُ نفسِي من غَرامِي مَرامَها

وآتيتُ قَلبي في هُوَاهُ هُدَاهُ

I brought my soul to attain the goal it sought

And gave my heart in his love right guidance here

وعزَّ على قلبِ العذولِ لَجَاجَتي

وعزَّ على قلبي اللَّجوجِ عَمَاهُ

Yet his aloof heart scorns my fervent constancy

And my ardent heart scorns his disdain severe

يقولُ عَذَولِي في هَوَاهُ لِعلَّةٍ

فقُلْتُ وهَلْ في العَالمِين سِوَاهُ

With mocking voice his aloofness says “For some cause

Is your passion” I said “Is there any but him here?”

بنفسِي حبيبٌ أَخجَل المِسْك مِسْكُهُ

وإِن سأَلونِي عنه فَهْو لَمَاهُ

The apple of my eye, his perfume humbles musk

If they ask of him, he is my pride, my dear

حبيبٌ تولَّى حسنُه كبْت عُذَّلي

عليهِ وعُذَّالُ المحبِّ عِدَاهُ

His beauty eclipsed those who envied me for loving him

And the lover’s reproacher is ever insincere

إِذا غاب أَلهانِي الحُلِيُّ لأَنَّني

أَرى في حُلِيّ الغانياتِ حُلاَهُ

When he’s absent, his ornaments make me joyful

For in the singer’s ornaments, his traits appear

يهيمُ بِه بدرُ التَّمَام محبَّةً

وغيرُ عجيبٍ أَن يُحبَّ أَخاهُ

The full moon orbits him with love

And how not? Each loves their peer!

تزيدُ بتقبِيلي لَهُ نارُ لَوْعَتي

فما سرَّني أَن لا أُقبِّل فاهُ

My fervent agony but grows when I kiss him

It gladdens me that I should kiss his mouth so near

وأُرضيه جُهْدِي والتجني يصدُّه

وكم مُستجنٍّ لا يُطاقُ رضَاهُ

I strive to please him, yet he rejects my shunning

How many who shun are difficult to please here!

أَما تستحي يا جاحِدَ الصبّ سُقْمَهُ

تقول له هَذا وأَنْت تَرَاهُ

Shame on you, denier of passion’s sickness!

Saying this to him while you see him here

فحاضِرُ سقمِ الجسم منه كما ترى

وغائبُ وَجْدِ القلْبِ مِنْه كمَا هُو

So the sickness of his body is present, as you see

While the fervor of his heart is absent, as is clear

رَعى خُضرةً في عارضيه بطرفهِ

وباللَّثم حَيَّا وردَه وَسَقاهُ

With his glance he tended to the green of my cheek

With his lips he greeted the rose and watered it dear

كفرْتُ الهوى إِن كنتُ خنتُك ساعةً

فإِن لهَوي للعاشِقين إِلهُ

Love, if I betrayed you some hour

For lovers sometimes stray, have no fear