1. أكرِمْ بوجه الراكبِ المُعِنقِ

    يخبرُنا أنَّا غداً نلتقى

    How noble is the face of the hurrying rider!

    He tells us that tomorrow we shall meet.

  2. حجابُ قلبي فُزْبهِ خلِعةً

    فتحفةُ البشرَى على الشيِّقِ

    My heart's covering—take it as a robe of honor;

    For the yearning lover owes a reward for glad tidings.

  3. تُراهُمُ زمُّوا بحملِ الصَّدَى

    رسالةَ العانى إلى المطلَقِ

    Did they, I wonder, harness the echo to carry

    The captive's message to the one set free?

  4. واستفهموا الطيف وقالوا له

    تعلَم من عشَّاقِنا مَن بقِى

    And did they question the dream-phantom and say to it:

    “Do you know who among our lovers remains?”

  5. أنا الذي ضمَّتْ غَداةَ النقا

    حبائلُ الأسِر ولم أُعتقِ

    I am the one enfolded, that morning at al-Naqa,

    By the snares of captivity, and I have not been freed.

  6. وكلَّما أثبتَ راميهمُ

    أسهمَه قلتُ له فَوِّقِ

    And whenever their archer lodged

    His arrows, I told him, 'Nock another!'

  7. ما أحذقَ الطاهي الذي عندكم

    أنضجَ بالنار ولم يُحرِق

    How skillful is the cook you have!

    He cooked me through with fire, yet did not burn me.

  8. ليس أخمَى إلا بُسكَّانهِ

    والشمسُ منها بهجةُ المَشرقِ

    The abode [uncertain reading] is nothing without its dwellers;

    And the east's radiance comes from the sun.

  9. علىّ عَقْرُ البُدْن إن اصبحت

    خيامُهم وهي رُبَى الأبرقِ

    I vow the slaughter of sacrificial camels if, at dawn,

    Their tents—those hillocks of al-Abraq—

  10. مثل الأَداحىّ وبيضاتُها

    تُحصنُ بالأبيضِ والأزرقِ

    Are like ostrich nests, and their eggs

    Are guarded by white swords and blue spearheads.

  11. يا ماتحَ الماءِ عدِمتَ الرِّوَى

    من جَفْر هذا القَلبِ كم تستقىِ

    O drawer of water, may your thirst never be quenched!

    How much water do you draw from the well of this heart?

  12. من شيمة الماءِ انحدارٌ فلِمْ

    ماءُ فؤادى أبدا يرتقِى

    Water's nature is to flow downward—so why

    Does the water of my heart forever rise?

  13. تحسبُ في أجفانيَ السُّحبَ أو

    جودَ عميدِ الدولةِ المغدقِ

    You would think my eyelids held clouds, or

    The bounty of Amid al-Dawla, the lavish giver.