1. روض قد لألأ عسجده

    وامال الزهر زبرجده

    A garden—its gold has glittered,

    And its chrysolite has made the blossoms bow.

  2. وفضاء تلمع فضته

    ويشوق العيز زمرده

    And an expanse whose silver gleams,

    And whose emerald enchants the eye.

  3. ولريم تبؤ ساحته

    فصنوف الورد توسده

    And its courtyard gives a gazelle a home,

    So varieties of roses cushion him.

  4. ريم ما افتك ناظره

    كم قد القلب مهنده

    A gazelle—how deadly is his gaze!

    How often his Indian blade has cleft the heart!

  5. ولكم قد ذاب لرؤيته

    بكاء الطرف مسهده

    And how often the sight of him has melted

    The tearful-eyed one he keeps sleepless!

  6. فبطرته وبغرّته

    ليل قد لألأ فرقده

    For in his forelock and his radiant brow

    Is a night whose Farqad star has glittered.

  7. وضياء لاح بمنظره

    فالشمس لعمري تحسده

    And radiance has shone in his aspect,

    So the sun, by my life, envies him.

  8. قد احيى القلب بموعده

    لو ينجز حينا موعده

    He has revived the heart with his promise;

    If only he would sometime fulfill his promise!

  9. يا مخلف وعد يطربني

    وعد ما زال يردده

    O breaker of a promise that delights me—

    A promise he never ceases to repeat!

  10. وحياتك وجهك رؤيته

    في ناظر عبدك تثمده

    And by your life, the sight of your face

    Anoints your servant's eye with kohl.

  11. كم للتعذيب تقربه

    وعن التقريب تبعده

    How often you draw him near for torment,

    Yet keep him far from closeness!

  12. وبساحة هجرك تطلقه

    وبقيد الوجد تقيده

    And in the courtyard of your abandonment you set him loose,

    And with the fetter of longing you bind him.

  13. قد اشقى قنك هذا الهج

    ر متى بوصالك تسعده

    This estrangement has made your bondman wretched;

    When will you gladden him through union with you?

  14. رحماك قتلت كفاك فذا

    وزر حرج تتعمده

    Your mercy! You have slain me—enough! For this

    Is a grievous sin you deliberately commit.

  15. وسيجزى كل يوم غد

    يا ريم بما كسبت يده

    And each shall be requited tomorrow,

    O gazelle, for what his hand has earned.