غَدَا وَغَدَا تَوَرُّدُ وَجْنَتَيْهِ

لِعَيْنِ مُحِبِّهِ يَصِفُ الرِّيَاضَا

The roses in his cheeks blush more each dawn

For the eyes of his lover who praises the garden

عَلَى خَدَّيْهِ مَاءٌ عَسْجَدِيٌّ

إِذَا نَظَرَ الرَقِيْبُ إِلَيْهِ غَاضَا

His cheeks are like refreshing water

That reddens when the watcher looks upon them

يُؤَمِّلُ جَنَّةَ الفِرْدَوْسِ قَوْمٌ

وَآمُلُ مِنْهُ شَمَّا أَوْ عِضَاضَا

Some hope for heavenly paradise

While I hope for a scent or a kiss from him

غَزَالٌ كُلَّمَا ازْدَدْتُ اقْتِرَابَاً

إِلَيْهِ زَادَ بُعْدَاً وانْقِبَاضَا

He is a gazelle - the nearer I draw

The further he flees and recoils

كَتَمْتُ هَوَاهُ حَتَّى فَاضَ دَمْعِي

فَصَيَّرَهُ حَدِيْثَاً مُسْتَفَاضَا

I concealed my love till tears flowed free

And made of it talk heard far and wide