قَد عَزَّني الداءُ فَما لي دَواء

مِمّا أَلاقي مِن حَسانِ النِساء

The disease has conquered me, and I have no cure,

From what I encounter among beautiful women.

قَلبٌ صَحيحٌ كُنتُ أَسطو بِهِ

أَصبَحَ مِن سَلمى بِداءٍ عَياءُ

A sound heart I once possessed, with which I used to strike,

Has become, through Salma, struck by an incurable illness.

أَنفاسُها مِسكٌ وَفي طَرفِها

سِحرٌ وَما لي غَيرَها مِن دَواءِ

Her breaths are musk, and within her glance

Lies magic, and I have no remedy but her.

وَعَدَتني وَعداً فأَوفي بِهِ

هَل تَصلُحُ الخَمرَةُ إِلّا بِماءِ

She made me a promise—so fulfill it now!

For is the wine ever fit to drink without water?

كَم كُربَةٍ قَد مَسَّني ضُرُّها

نادَيتُ فيها عَمرَ بنَ العَلاءِ

How many a distress has touched me with its harm,

During which I called out to Amr ibn al-Ala.