تَبَسَّمَ عَنْ سَنَا دُرّ نَظِيمِ

وَأسفرَ عَنْ ضِيَا صُبْحٍ وَسِيمِ

His smile revealed pearls arrayed,

And the dawn of his visage shed radiance.

وَمَايَسَ عَنْ قَوَامِ قضيبِ بَانٍ

وَغَازَلَ عَنْ لحاظ رَشًا رخيمِ

His slender form swayed like a willow wand

As he flirted through a diaphanous veil.

غزَالٌ غَازَلَتْ عَيْنَاهُ قَلْبِي

فَخُذْ خَبَرَ الصِّحَاحِ عَنْ السَّقِيمِ

The eyes of a gazelle captivated my heart,

So hear the truth from one heartsick and frail.

وَجَادَ بِفِتْنَتِي لَمَّا تَبَدَّى

فَوَا عَجَبَاهُ مِنْ بدرٍ كَرِيمِ

When he appeared, my beauty was outshone -

What wonder in such a noble full moon!

تَضَرَّجَ خَدّهُ فَأرَاكَ وَرْداً

وَهَلْ أبْصَرْتَ وَرْداً في جَحِيمِ

His cheek took on the hue of a blushing rose,

Did you ever see a rose in hellfire bloom?

وَعَذَّبَنِي بِهِ فَاعجبْ لِخَدّ

يُعَذّبُ فِي لظَاهُ بِالنَّعِيمِ

With that face he torments me – marvel how

One suffers bliss in the heat of his doom!

رَخِيمُ الدَّلّ عَقْلِي فِيهِ نَادَى

أنَا بِاللَّهِ وَالدَّلّ الرَّخِيمِ

The breeze of his charm called out to my mind,

“I am maddened by the love of this breeze!”

إذَا مّا كَلَّمَتْ عَيْنَاهُ قَلْبِي

فَلاَ تَسْألْ عَنِ الْقَلْبِ الْكَلِيمِ

When his glances speak to the heart within,

Ask not after the silent heart in me.

هِيَ الالحَاظُ تُغْرِي مَنْ غَزَتْهُ

فَحَاذِرْ فِتْنَةَ السِّحْرِ العَظِيمِ

Those are the eyes that seduce whom they gaze on,

Beware the sorcery of their art supreme!

قَوِيمُ القَدّ هَزَّ العِطْفَ كَيْمَا

يُجِيدَ الطَعنَ بِالرّمحِ القَوِيمِ

Erect of stature, he bent his slender frame

To deftly stab with the upright spear.

تَقُولُ الْوَجْنَتَانِ لَنَا هَلُمُّوا

إلَى الحَجَرِ المُقَبَّلِ فِي الحَطِيمِ

His cheeks say “Come!” at the high recess,

To the consecrated rock amid ruins.

وَتَهْدِينَا اسْتِقَامَةُ عَارِضَيْهِ

فَنُفْتَنَ فِي صِرَاطٍ مُسْتَقِيمِ

The straightness of his brow guides us

Into dangerous paths blow adversely.

شَكَوْتُ لِطَرْفِهِ السَّاجِي سَقَامِي

وَمَا يُغْنِي السَّقِيمُ عَنِ السَّقِيمِ

I told his kind glance of my condition -

What can the frail one do for one so frail?

وَمَالَ لِطِيبِ ذِكْرَاهُ فُؤَادِي

كَمَا مَالَ القَضِيبُ مَعَ النَّسِيمِ

My heart inclined toward the sweetness of his memory

As the spear inclines along the breeze.