1. سال العذارُ فسن سيفَ جفونه

    حتى غدت مهج الورى أفلاذا

    His cheek-down flowed and sharpened his eyelids’ sword,

    until the hearts of humankind became pieces.

  2. يا صدغه والله كنا في غنى

    عن أن نراك السائل الشحاذا

    O lock at his temple, by God, we had no need

    to see you, the flowing, blade-sharpening beggar.