1. فَدَتكَ الجَوانِحُ مِن نازِلٍ

    وَأَهلاً بِطَيفِكَ مِن واصِلِ

    May my ribs ransom you, O guest,

    and welcome to your phantom, a visitor.

  2. بَذَلتَ لَهُ الجَفنَ دونَ الكَرى

    وَمَن بِالكَرى لِلشَجِيِ الباذِلِ

    You offered it your eyelid, without slumber;

    and who will grant the grief-stricken sleep?

  3. وَقُلتُ أَراكَ بِرُغمِ العَذول

    فَنابَ السُهادُ عَنِ العاذِلِ

    And I said: I shall see you despite the reproacher;

    then sleeplessness took the reproacher’s place.

  4. فَوَيحَ المُتَيَّمِ حَتّى الخَيالُ

    إِذا زارَ لَم يَخلُ مِن حائِلِ

    Alas for the love-enslaved! Even the phantom,

    when it visits, is not without an obstacle.

  5. يَحِنُّ إِلَيكَ ضُلوعٌ عَفَت

    مِنَ البَينِ في جَسَدٍ ناحِلِ

    Yearning for you are ribs worn away

    by separation, in an emaciated body,

  6. وَقَلبٌ جَوٍ عِندَها خافِقٌ

    تَعَلَّقَ بِالسَنَدِ المائِلِ

    and a lovesick heart, beating beside them,

    which has clung to the leaning support.

  7. وَمِن عَبَثِ العِشقِ بِالعاشِقين

    حَنينُ القَتيلِ إِلى القاتِلِ

    And among love’s ways of toying with lovers

    is the slain one’s yearning for the slayer.

  8. غَفِلتُ عَنِ الكَأسِ حَتّى طَغَت

    وَلي أَدَبٌ لَيسَ بِالغافِلِ

    I neglected the cup until it overflowed,

    yet my good manners are not heedless.

  9. وَشَفَّت وَما شَفَّ مِنّي الضَميرُ

    وَأَينَ الجَمادُ مِنَ العاقِلِ

    And it grew transparent, yet my inner self did not;

    and how can lifeless matter compare with a rational being?

  10. يَظَلُّ نَديمي يُسقى بِها

    وَيَشرَبُ مِن خُلُقي الفاضِلِ

    My drinking companion keeps being served from it,

    and drinks of my noble character.

  11. أُبِدِّدُها كَرَماً كُلَّما

    بَدَت لِيَ كَالذَهَبِ السائِلِ

    I lavish it generously whenever

    it appears to me like liquid gold.