1. أُخاطِبُهُ عِندَ التَلَفُّتِ يا رَشا

    وَأَدعوهُ بِالغُصنِ الرَطيبِ إِذا مَشا

    When he turns, I address him: “O young gazelle!”

    And when he walks, I call him a supple bough.

  2. وَآخُذُ عَنهُ حينَ يُقبِلُ جانِباً

    حذار العِدا وَالشَوقُ يَلعَبُ بِالحَشا

    And when he approaches, I draw aside from him,

    for fear of foes, while longing toys with my heart.

  3. جَعَلتُ فِدى الظَبيِ الَّذي جاءَ طَرفه

    إِلى قَتلة العُشّاق يَحمِلُ تركِشا

    I made myself a ransom for the gazelle whose gaze came

    to slay lovers, bearing a quiver.

  4. مِنَ التُركِ أَبهى مَن رَأَيتُ مَعَمَّماً

    وَأَحسَنُ وَجهاً مَن رَأَيتُ مُشَربَشا

    Of the Turks, the loveliest I have seen wearing a turban,

    and the fairest-faced I have seen wearing a sharbush cap.

  5. يَميسُ إِذا عايَنتُ غُصنَ قَوامِهِ

    وَيَكسِرُ كَسَراتِ الجُفونِ تَحَرُّشا

    He sways when I behold his bough-like form,

    and teasingly lets his eyelids droop.

  6. وَلي دَهشَةُ الساهي إِلَيهِ إِذا بَدا

    وَلَم يَبدُ ذاكَ الخَدُّ إلّا لِيُدهِشا

    And when he appears, I am dazed, lost in gazing at him;

    that cheek appeared only to bewilder.

  7. جَرَت فَوقَ خَدَّيهِ مِياهُ جمالِهِ

    فَمَدَّ مِنَ الأَصداغِ كَرماً مُعَرَّشا

    The waters of his beauty flowed over his cheeks,

    so from his temples he spread a trellised vine.

  8. وَلَم أَنسَ طَيرَ القُرن لَيلَةَ زارَني

    وَقَد حَلَّ في دَوحِ الوِصالِ وَعَشَّشا

    Nor have I forgotten the bird of the tress the night he visited me,

    having settled in the great trees of union and built his nest.

  9. جَعَلتُ يَدي اليُمنى غِطاءً لِجيدِهِ

    لِأَحيا بِهِ ضَمّاً وَيُسرايَ مفرشا

    I made my right hand a covering for his neck,

    to live by embracing him, and my left hand a bed.

  10. وَلَو لم يَكُن دِرياق فيهِ عَلى فَمي

    لُسِعتُ وَقَد أَرخى مِنَ الشعرِ اِحنُشا

    And had the antidote of his mouth not been upon mine,

    I would have been bitten, for he had let down snakes of hair.

  11. أَيا قَمَراً أَمسى لَهُ القَلبُ مَنزِلاً

    إِذا مَرَ بي مِن بُرقُعِ الحُسنِ في غِشا

    O moon for whom my heart has become a home,

    when he passes by me, wrapped in beauty’s face-veil,

  12. سَلِ المُقلَةَ النَجلاء عَن ذي صَبابَةٍ

    تَصُدُّ فَلا يَدري الصَباحَ مِنَ العِشا

    ask the wide, lovely eye about one consumed with longing:

    you turn away, and he cannot tell morning from nightfall.

  13. وَشى الناسُ أَنّي في هَواكَ مُتَيَّمٌ

    لَقَد صَدَقَ الواشي النمومُ بِما وَشى

    People gossiped that I am enslaved by love of you;

    indeed, the gossiping talebearer spoke truly in what he told.