1. البَدرُ يَغارُ إِذا سَفَرا

    وَالغُصنُ يَغار إِذا خَطَرا

    The full moon is jealous when he unveils his face.

    And the bough is jealous when he sways.

  2. وَالوَرد بِخَديهِ فَإِذا

    ما اِستَقطَرهُ نَظَر قَطرا

    And roses are on his cheeks; then, when

    A gaze draws drops from them, they drip

  3. ماء أَنصفهُ مِن يُبصرهُ

    إِن حَدَّد في الخَد النَظَرا

    Water; whoever beholds him does him justice,

    If he fixes his gaze upon the cheek.

  4. وَالسِحر يَجول بِمُقلَتِهِ

    لَكن قَد سَموهُ حورا

    And magic roams within his eye,

    Yet they have called it dark-eyed beauty.

  5. سَحر الأَلباب بِطَلعَتِهِ

    وَبِحُسن الدَل وَما سَحَرا

    He bewitched minds with his countenance,

    And with lovely coquetry—yet he cast no spell.

  6. قالوا سُبحانَكَ ما هَذا

    بَشَراً لَما فتن البَشَرا

    They said, 'Glory be to You! This is no

    Mortal!' when he bewitched humankind.

  7. أَعضاء قَد رَقَت حَتّى

    لَو أَضمَرَ شَيئاً ما اِستَتَرا

    Limbs so delicate that

    Were he to conceal anything, it would not remain hidden.

  8. فَإِذا ما عَنَّ بِخاطِرِهِ

    وَهَمٌ في وَجنَتِهِ ظهرا

    Then whenever there arises in his mind

    A fancy, it appears upon his cheek.

  9. وَحَديث مِثل عَذب الما

    ءِ عَلى كَبد الظَمآن جَرا

    And speech like sweet water,

    Flowing over the thirsty one's liver.

  10. وَرضاب مَعسول عَطرٌ

    مِن شَم سلافتهُ سُكرا

    And honey-sweet, fragrant saliva:

    Whoever smells its pure wine grows drunk.

  11. يَجري في فيهِ عَلى بَرد

    يَتَساقَط مِنطقهُ دُررا

    It flows in his mouth over hailstones;

    His speech falls in pearls.

  12. خصر أَظمأ ما كانَ يَعو

    د الوارد مِنهُ إِذا صَدَرا

    A waist—thirstier than ever,

    The water-seeker returns from it when he departs.

  13. مَولايَ أَلا تَرثي كَرَماً

    لِمُحب أَصبَح مُشتَهِرا

    My lord, will you not, out of generosity, pity

    A lover who has become notorious?

  14. ما أَضمَرَ شَيئاً لا يَرضي

    ك إِذا ما ذاعَ وَلا عذرا

    He has harbored nothing that would displease

    You if revealed, nor has he been pardoned.

  15. مِن سَيف لِحاظك في كَبدي

    جَرح لا يُدرك أَن سبرا

    From the sword of your glances, in my liver

    Is a wound unfathomable even when probed.

  16. ذِكراكَ تَرقدهُ لَيلاً

    فَإِذا لاحَ الفَجر اِنفَجَرا

    Remembering you lulls it to sleep at night;

    Then, when dawn appears, it bursts open.