يا أُمَّ نَوفَلَ فُكّي عانِياً مَثَلَت

بِهِ قَريبَةُ أَو هُوَ هالِكٌ عَجَلا

O Umm Nufail, release me from suffering,

Perhaps relief is near or I shall perish swiftly,

كَمَ دَعوتِ الَّتي قامَت بِقَرقَرِها

تَمشى كَمَشيِ ضَعيفٍ خَرَّ فَاِنخَدَلا

How often you called her who rose creaking,

Walking feebly, stumbling, bending over,

فَمَجَّتِ المِسكَ بَحتاً لَيسَ يَخلِطُهُ

إِلّا سَحيقٌ مِنَ الكافورِ قَد نُخِلا

She brought pure musk, nothing mixed with it

Except a little camphor she had sifted,

وَالزَنجَبيلُ مَعَ التُفّاحِ تَحسَبُهُ

مِن طيبِ ريقَتِها قَد خالَطَ العَسَلا

With ginger and apples, you’d think it was

Honey she had mixed with its fragrance,

يا طيبَ طَعمِ ثَناياها وَرِيقَتِها

إِذا اِستَقَلَّ عَمودُ الصُبحِ فَاِعتَدَلا

O sweetness of her mouth and saliva

When the pillar of dawn stands straight,

مَجّاجَةُ المِسكِ لا تُقلى شَمائِلُها

تَزدادُ عِندي إِذا ما ماحِلٌ مَهَلا

Her mortar of musk whosepestle doesn't grind,

In my eyes it gains value if left a while,

لَو كانَ يَخبِلُ طيبُ النَشرِ ذا كَلَفٍ

لَكُنتُ مِن طيبِ رَياها الَّذي خُبِلا

If the perfume of grinding would lose strength when wrapped,

I would have been the perfume she had enfeebled,

لَها مِنَ الرِئمِ عَيناهُ وَسُنَّتُهُ

وَنَخوَةُ السابِقِ المُختالِ إِذ صَهَلا

With the flirt of her eyes, her teeth and

Softness of the exalted noble steed when it neighs,

مَطَلتِ دَيني وَأَنتِ اليَومَ موسِرَةً

أَحبِبِّهامِن غَريمٍ موسِرٍ مَطلا

You’ve delayed repayment of my debt, and you today have means,

Love pays a debt when the creditor has means,

مَطَلتِهِ سَنَةً حَولاً مُجَرَّمَةً

وَبَعضَ أُخرى تَجَنّي الذَنبَ وَالعِلَلا

You’ve delayed it a year, time on time,

And more, while you enjoy wrongdoing and evils,