قَمرٌ إذا عاتَبتُهُ شغَفاً بِهِ

غَرسَ الحياءُ بوجنتَيْهِ شَقيقَا

A moon—when, out of passion for him, I reproached him,

modesty planted a scarlet anemone in his two cheeks.

وتلهّبتْ خجَلاً فلولا ماؤها

مترقرِقٌ فيها لصار حَرِيقَا

And it flamed with shyness; were it not for its moisture,

shimmering within it, it would have become a blaze.

وازْوَرَّ عنِّي مُطرِقاً فأضلَّنِي

أن أهتدي نحوَ السُّلوِّ طَريقَا

He turned away from me, lowering his gaze, and left me unable to find

a path leading toward consolation.

فَليلْحَني مَن شاءَ فيهِ فَصَبوَتي

بهواهُ سُكرٌ لستُ مِنهُ مُفيقَا

Let whoever wishes blame me for him; for my yearning,

through love of him, is a drunkenness from which I do not awaken.