كِتابيَ يَسعى قَد أَتاكَ عَلى العَينِ

فَبادر إِلى مَغنَىً سَلمتَ مِن العَينِ

My book has come to you, carried on the eyes,

So hasten to a refuge, safe from the eyes.

بِهِ حِلٌّ مِن أَهلِ الغَرامِ عِصابَةٌ

حَديثُهُم كَالراحِ بَينَ الرياحينِ

In it is a band of lovers, a party of folk

Whose talk is like the wind between the meadows.

وَطِر بِجَناح العَزم نَحوَ مَطارِهِم

وَإِيّاكَ بِالسَفحِ مِن رَبرب عينِ

Soar on the wings of resolve to their abode,

But beware the lower slopes and roving eyes.

سَفَرنَ بُدوراً وَاِلتَفَتنَ جآذِراً

وَمِسنَ غُصوناً قَد تَعَطّفنَ مِن لينِ

They traveled the horizons and gazed afar,

And touched boughs that in their tenderness bent over.

فَمَن رامَ يَصطادُ البُزاةَ بِعُشِّها

فَلا غَروَ أَن يُلفى بِقَبضَةِ شاهينِ

So whoever hopes to trap the wild doves in their nests,

Should expect nothing less than a grip of falcons.