ومَعشوقٍ يتيهُ بوَجهِ عاجٍ

ومَعشوقٍ يتيهُ بوَجهِ عاجٍ

كأنَّ الصُّدْغَ خُطَّ بِلامِ زاجِ

كأنَّ الصُّدْغَ خُطَّ بِلامِ زاجِ

And a beloved who glories in his ivory face,

With a beloved, wandering a rigid face

As though his temple-lock were traced as a lām in vitriol ink.

As if his temples were traced with vivid wine

سقاني خَمرةٌ من مُقلَتَيْهِ

سقاني خَمرةٌ من مُقلَتَيْهِ

وخَمرُ المُقلتَيْنِ بلا مِزاجِ

وخَمرُ المُقلتَيْنِ بلا مِزاجِ

He gave me wine to drink from his two eyes,

He made me drink a wine from his eyes

And the wine of the two eyes is unmixed.

And the wine of the two eyes is without dilution