1. دب العذارُ فظن فيه لائمي

    أني أكون عن الغرام بمعزلٍ

    The first down crept along his cheek, and my censor came at me for it:

    that I should hold myself aloof from love.

  2. لا كان ذاك فإنني من معشرٍ

    لا يسألون عن السواد المقبل

    May that never be! For I belong to a band

    who never question the advancing black host.