1. بِعَيْنَيْكَ هَذِي الفَاتِراتِ الَّتي تَسْبِي

    يَهُونُ عَليَّ اليَوْمَ قَتْلِيَ يا حُبِّي

    By these languid eyes of yours that captivate,

    Being slain today is easy for me, my love.

  2. إِذَا ما رَأَتْ عَيْنِي جَمالَكَ مُقْبِلاً

    وَحَقِّكَ يا رُوحي سَكِرْتُ بِلاَ شُرْبِ

    Whenever my eye sees your beauty approaching,

    And by your honor, my soul, I am drunk without drinking.

  3. وَإِنْ هَزَّ عِطْفَيْكَ الصِّبَا مُتمايِلاً

    أَضَاعَ الهَوى نُسْكِي وغُيِّبْتُ عَنْ لُبِّي

    And if youth sets your flanks swaying,

    Passion ruins my piety, and I am bereft of reason.

  4. فَدعْنِي وَهَذا الخَدَّ أَعْصِرُ في فَمِي

    عَنَاقِيدَ صُدْغَيْهِ وَحَسْبِي بِهِ حَسْبِي

    So leave me with this cheek, to press within my mouth

    The grape-clusters of his temple-locks; that is enough for me, enough.

  5. لَوَ أَنَّ تُجَارَ اللُّؤْلُؤِ الرَّطْبِ شَاهَدُوا

    ثَنايَاكَ ما عَنّوُا على اللُّؤْلُؤِ الرَّطْبِ

    If the merchants of fresh pearls beheld

    Your front teeth, they would not bother with fresh pearls.

  6. أَيَا سَاقِيَ الكَأْسِ الَّذي زَادَ خَدُّهُ

    عَليهَا احْمِراراً عدِّ بالكَأْسِ عَنْ صَحْبِي

    O bearer of the cup, whose cheek outdoes

    It in redness, bypass my companions with the cup.

  7. وَمَا ذَاكَ بُخْلاً بِالمُدامِ وَإِنَّما

    إِذا لُحْتَ لم آمنْ عَلَيْهِمْ مِنَ السَّلْبِ

    This is not from stinginess with wine, but only because

    When you appear, I fear that they will be robbed.

  8. وَباللَّه قُلْ لِي أَيُّها الظبي كَيفَ قد

    تَعَلّمت صيد الأُسْد في شَرَكِ الهُدْبِ

    And by God, tell me, gazelle, how have you

    Learned to hunt lions in the snare of your lashes?

  9. وماذا الَّذِي قَدْ بِعْتَ فاسْتَرهَنَت بِه

    لَدَيْكَ الرُّبى رَهْناً كَثِيباً مِنَ الكُثبِ

    And what have you sold, for which you took as pledge

    From the hills, to keep with you, a dune among dunes?

  10. فَخُذْ قِصَّةَ الشَّكْوَى مِنَ الأَعْيُنِ الَّتي

    نَفَيْتَ لَذِيذَ النَّوْمِ عَنْهَا بِلا ذنبِ

    So take the tale of complaint from the eyes from which

    You banished sweet sleep, though they had done no wrong.

  11. وَلاَ تَعْتَبنْ صَبّاً تَهتَّكَ سِتْرُهُ

    عَلَيْكَ فَهَتْكُ السّتْرِ أليق بالصبِّ

    And do not reproach a lovesick man whose veil is torn

    For love of you; rending the veil better befits the lovesick.