لا صبرَ لي عن بدرِ تمٍّ مُشرقٍ

أضحَى لَهُ البينُ المشتُّ سرَارَا

I have no patience with the full moon's bright rising,

Its remoteness has made the distance agony.

عاتَبتُهُ في صَدِّه قبلَ النَّوى

فكأنَّ عتْبي زادَهُ إصرارَا

I chided him for his aloofness before parting,

As if my reproach made him more stubborn.

وعَرتْهُ من خَجلِ العتابِ كآبةٌ

زادتْ محاسِنَ وجهِه أنوارَا

Reproach made him blush with shame,

Adding more beauty to his handsome face.

ورأَيتُ أمواهَ الحيَاءِ بخدِهِ

فَتَرَقرَقَت حتَّى استحالَت نَارَا

I saw the waters of modesty fill his cheek,

Trickling as if they were flames of fire.