أَعدتْ جفونُكَ مِنكَ الجسمَ بالسَّقَم

أَعدتْ جفونُكَ مِنكَ الجسمَ بالسَّقَم

لا بل فؤادِي قد أَعْدَاهُ بالأَلَم

لا بل فؤادِي قد أَعْدَاهُ بالأَلَم

Your eyelids have infected your body with sickness.

Your eyelids have weakened your body with sickness,

No—rather, my heart has infected it with pain.

No, but my heart, it has pained it with torment,

وإِنَّ حُمّاك من نَارٍ توقُّدُهَا

وإِنَّ حُمّاك من نَارٍ توقُّدُهَا

في وَجنَةٍ لك لاَ تَخْبُو من الضَّرم

في وَجنَةٍ لك لاَ تَخْبُو من الضَّرم

And indeed, your fever comes from a fire that blazes

And indeed, your fever is from a fire kindled

In your cheek, never ceasing to burn.

In a cheek of yours that does not conceal its inflammation.

جاءَ السَّقامُ إِليه يستضيءُ به

جاءَ السَّقامُ إِليه يستضيءُ به

يا حسنَ خدَّيه من نارٍ على عَلَمِ

يا حسنَ خدَّيه من نارٍ على عَلَمِ

Sickness came to him, seeking light from him.

The sickness came to it seeking light from it.

How beautiful his cheeks—a fire upon a mountain!

O beauty of his cheeks, from a fire raised on a banner!

ما بال حُمّاه قد جارت على شفةٍ

ما بال حُمّاه قد جارت على شفةٍ

ما زلت أُشْفِقُ من تقبيلِها بفمي

ما زلت أُشْفِقُ من تقبيلِها بفمي

Why has his fever been cruel to a lip

What is it with his fever that has flowed onto a lip,

That I have always feared to kiss with my mouth?

I have continued to fear kissing it with my mouth?

قد صيّرتْ أَثرَ التقبيل في فَمِه

قد صيّرتْ أَثرَ التقبيل في فَمِه

فَصّاً لَخَاتَمِ ذاك المَبْسِم الشَبِم

فَصّاً لَخَاتَمِ ذاك المَبْسِم الشَبِم

It has turned the mark of kissing on his mouth

It has made the effect of kissing in his mouth

Into a gemstone for the ring of that cool, smiling mouth.

A shield for the seal of that bashful smile.