1. يميناً بساجي طَرفهِ واحورارهِ

    وتوريدِ قاني خدَّهِ واحمرارهِ

    I swear by his languid gaze and its vivid contrast of black and white,

    by the rosy bloom of his crimson cheek and its redness,

  2. ودُرِّ ثناياهُ وخمرةِ ريقهِ

    وَنرجِسِ عَينيهِ وآسِ عِذارهِ

    by the pearls of his front teeth and the wine of his saliva,

    by the narcissus of his eyes and the myrtle of his cheek-down:

  3. لَقَد سَفكت منهُ اللِّحاظُ بسيِفها

    فيا لِقتيلٍ لم يُطالِب بثارهِ

    indeed, his glances have shed blood with their sword.

    So alas for a slain man who has not sought vengeance for his blood!

  4. هلالٌ نفى عن مُقلتي لذَّة الكَرى

    دَوامُ تَجنيِّهِ وبعُدُ مزارهِ

    A crescent moon: my eye is robbed of the delight of slumber

    by his unceasing unjust reproaches and the remoteness of visiting him.

  5. رَضيتُ بما أَلقاهُ فيهِ منَ الأَسَى

    رِضَا ذي خُضُوعٍ طائعٍ غيرِ كارهِ

    I accept the sorrow I suffer on his account,

    with the acceptance of one submissive, willing, not reluctant.

  6. بَعيدُ سُلُوِّ القَلبِ ماثَلَ بُعدهُ

    بِمطفِيء ما يُذكيهِ حرُّ أُوارِهِ

    The heart is far from forgetting; his distance resembled

    a quencher of what the heat of his blaze kindles.

  7. إليكَ عذولي عن صريحِ هَوى رَشاً

    كظبي الفَلا في بُعدهِ وَنفارهِ

    Away, my reproacher, from my true love for a fawn,

    like a desert gazelle in his remoteness and his shying away.

  8. أُقاسي على حُكمِ الهَوَى منهُ قاسياً

    وما يُنصِفُ الَمحبوبُ من لم يُدارهِ

    Under love's decree, I endure his cruelty,

    and the beloved is not fair to one who does not placate him.

  9. وما عجَبي من خَدِّهِ كيفَ أَصبحت

    تُغمَّرهُ في الماءِ جَمرَةُ نارِهِ

    Nor do I marvel at his cheek—how it has come to be

    immersed in water by the ember of its fire.

  10. بَلا عَجَبي مِن جَفنهِ كيفَ ما غَدا

    لَهُ ناصراً مع ضَعفهِ وانكسارِهِ

    Rather, I marvel at his eyelid: how did it not become

    his ally, despite its weakness and drooping?