عَجَباً لِمَنْهَلِ خَدِّهِ منْ مَوْرِدِ

عَجَباً لِمَنْهَلِ خَدِّهِ منْ مَوْرِدِ

وَعيُوُنُهُ هِيَ مِنْ عُيُونِ الوُرَّدِ

وَعيُوُنُهُ هِيَ مِنْ عُيُونِ الوُرَّدِ

How wondrous is his cheek's spring as a watering place!

How amazing is the spring of his cheek from the water source,

And its springs flow from the eyes of those who come to drink.

And his eyes are from the eyes of roses.

تَتَزَاحَمُ الأَلْحَاظُ وَهْيَ بِدَمْعِهَا

تَتَزَاحَمُ الأَلْحَاظُ وَهْيَ بِدَمْعِهَا

رَيَّا وتَصْدُرُ عَنْهُ أَكْثَرُهَا صَدِي

رَيَّا وتَصْدُرُ عَنْهُ أَكْثَرُهَا صَدِي

Glances jostle, their own tears leaving them

The glances are crowded, and with their tears,

well-watered; yet most depart from it parched.

They flow, and most of them make noise.

يَا سَاكِناً حَبَّ القُلُوبِ خَوَافِقَاً

يَا سَاكِناً حَبَّ القُلُوبِ خَوَافِقَاً

إِنَّ السُّكُونَ بِخَافِقٍ لَمْ يُعْهَدِ

إِنَّ السُّكُونَ بِخَافِقٍ لَمْ يُعْهَدِ

O you who dwell in the very cores of throbbing hearts,

O you who settled in the hearts as a beloved, in harmony,

indeed, stillness in a throbbing heart has never been known.

Quietness with a heart in love is unaccustomed.

مَا بَالُ قَلْبٍ أَنْتَ فِيهِ ونَارُهُ

مَا بَالُ قَلْبٍ أَنْتَ فِيهِ ونَارُهُ

فِي مَاءِ حُسْنِكَ دَائِماً لَمْ تُخْمَدِ

فِي مَاءِ حُسْنِكَ دَائِماً لَمْ تُخْمَدِ

What ails a heart in which you dwell, while its fire

What is with a heart in which you are, and its fire,

in the water of your beauty remains forever unquenched?

In the water of your beauty, was never extinguished?

وَلقَدْ سَلَلْتَ فَلاَ تَكُنْ مُتَمَسِّكاً

وَلقَدْ سَلَلْتَ فَلاَ تَكُنْ مُتَمَسِّكاً

سَيْفاً مِنَ الأَجْفَانِ لَيْسَ بِمُغْمَدِ

سَيْفاً مِنَ الأَجْفَانِ لَيْسَ بِمُغْمَدِ

And indeed you have drawn—so do not hold back—

You slipped in, so do not hold on tightly,

from your eyelids a sword that is not sheathed.

A sword from the eyelids, unsheathed.

وَقَتلْتَ سُلْوَانِي وَصَبْرِيَ والكَرَىَ

وَقَتلْتَ سُلْوَانِي وَصَبْرِيَ والكَرَىَ

وبِمُقْلَتِي دَمُهَا جَرَى لَمْ تَجْحَدِ

وبِمُقْلَتِي دَمُهَا جَرَى لَمْ تَجْحَدِ

And you have slain my solace, my patience, and sleep;

And you killed my patience, composure, and sorrow,

and their blood flowed in my eye—you did not deny it.

With my eyelash, its blood flowed, you did not deny.

إِنْ شَاهَدَتْ عَطْفَيْكَ أَغْصَانُ النَّقَا

إِنْ شَاهَدَتْ عَطْفَيْكَ أَغْصَانُ النَّقَا

وَسَهَتْ فَكَيْفَ لِسَهْوِهَا لَمْ تَسْجُدِ

وَسَهَتْ فَكَيْفَ لِسَهْوِهَا لَمْ تَسْجُدِ

If the boughs upon the dunes beheld your flanks,

If the branches of coyness saw your charm,

and grew heedless, how is it they did not prostrate for their lapse?

They would slip, so how could they not bow to slipping?

ومُحَجَّبٍ أَهْدَى إِلىَّ خَيَالَهُ

ومُحَجَّبٍ أَهْدَى إِلىَّ خَيَالَهُ

فِكْرِي لِعَجْزِ النَّاظِرِ المُتَسَهِّدِ

فِكْرِي لِعَجْزِ النَّاظِرِ المُتَسَهِّدِ

And a veiled one's image was offered me

A veiled one sent the imagination of him to me,

by my thought, since my sleepless eye was powerless.

My mind, due to the inability of the one dozing.

فَظَفِرْتُ بِالدَّانِي القَريبِ وَإِنْ نَأَى

فَظَفِرْتُ بِالدَّانِي القَريبِ وَإِنْ نَأَى

وَالنَّازِحِ النَّائِي وَإِنْ لَمْ يَبْعُدِ

وَالنَّازِحِ النَّائِي وَإِنْ لَمْ يَبْعُدِ

So I attained the near, the close, though he was far away,

So I attained the near, intimate one, even if he went far away,

and the far-off, the distant, though he was not far away.

And the far, distant one, even if he did not go far.