1. تُرى سَكِرَت عِطفاهُ مِن خَمرِ ريقِهِ

    فَماسَت بِهِ أَم مِن كُؤوسِ رَحيقِهِ

    Could his supple sides be drunk on the wine of his saliva,

    and make him sway—or was it from cups of his nectar?

  2. مَليحٌ يُغيرُ الغُصنَ عِندَ اِهتِزازِهِ

    وَيُخجِلُ بَدرَ التَمِّ عِندَ شُروقِهِ

    A beauty who makes the bough jealous whenever he sways,

    and puts the full moon to shame whenever he rises.

  3. فَما فيهِ شَيءٌ ناقِصٌ غَيرَ خَصرِهِ

    وَلا فيهِ شَيءٌ بارِدٌ غَيرَ ريقِهِ

    Nothing in him is wanting, save his waist;

    nothing in him is cold, save his saliva;

  4. وَلا ما يَسوءُ النَفسَ غَيرُ نِفارِهِ

    وَلا ما يَروعُ القَلبَ غَيرُ عُقوقِهِ

    nothing troubles the soul, save his aloofness;

    nothing terrifies the heart, save his heartlessness.

  5. عَجِبتُ لَهُ يُبدي القَساوَةَ عِندَما

    يُقابِلُني مِن خَدِّهِ بِرَقيقِهِ

    I marvel at him: he shows hardness whenever

    he faces me with the tender surface of his cheek.

  6. وَيَلطُفُ بي مِن بَعدِ إِعمالِ لَحظِهِ

    وَكَيفَ يُرَدُّ السَهمُ بَعدَ مُروقِهِ

    Then he is gentle with me, after setting his glance to work—

    but how can he call back the arrow once it has flown?

  7. يَقولونَ لي وَالبَدرُ في الأُفقِ مُشرِقٌ

    بَذا أَنتَ صَبٌّ قُلتُ بَل بِشَقيقِهِ

    They ask me, as the moon shines on the horizon,

    “Is it this you pine for?” I say, “No—its twin.”

  8. فَلا تُنكِروا قَتلي بِدِقَّةِ خَصرِهِ

    فَإِنَّ جَليلَ الخَطبِ دونَ دَقيقِهِ

    Do not deny that the fineness of his waist has killed me:

    even the gravest calamity falls short of its subtlety.

  9. وَلَيلَةَ عاطاني المُدامَ وَوَجهُهُ

    يُرينا صَبوحَ الشُربِ حالَ غَبوقِهِ

    One night he served me wine, while his face

    showed us the morning cup at the hour of evening drink,

  10. بِكَأسٍ حَكاها ثَغرُهُ في اِبتِسامَةٍ

    بِما ضَمَّهُ مِن دُرِّهِ وَعَقيقِهِ

    in a cup his smiling mouth resembled,

    with the pearls and carnelian it held.

  11. لَقَد نِلتُ إِذ نادَمتُهُ مِن حَديثِهِ

    مِنَ السُكرِ ما لا نُلتُهُ مِن عَقيقِهِ

    From his conversation, while I drank with him, I attained

    an intoxication I had never gained from his carnelian.

  12. فَلَم أَدرِ مَن أَيَّ الثَلاثَةِ سَكرَتي

    أَمِن لَحظِهِ أَم لَفظِهِ أَم رَحيقِهِ

    I could not tell which of the three had made me drunk:

    was it his glance, his speech, or his nectar?

  13. لَقَد بِعتُهُ قَلبي بِخَلوَةِ ساعَةٍ

    فَأَصبَحَ حَقّاً ثابِتاً مِن حُقوقِهِ

    I sold him my heart during one hour alone,

    and it became an established right among his rights.

  14. وَأَصبَحتُ نَدماناً عَلى خُسرِ صَفقَتي

    كَذا مَن يَبيعُ الشَيءَ في غَيرِ سوقِهِ

    I came to rue the loss I took in my bargain:

    so fares one who sells a thing outside its proper market.