1. لِي فَوْدٌ وَفُؤادٌ يَرْتَجِي

    طِيبَ وَصْلٍ مِنْكُمْ بالهَجْرِ لَاذَا

    I have a temple-lock and a heart that hopes

    For sweet union with you; both have sought refuge in estrangement.

  2. فَاعْجَبُوا باللَّهِ مِنْ أَمْرَيْهِما

    شَابَ هَذَاكَ وَمَا أَدْرَكَ هَذَا

    So marvel, by God, at the state of these two:

    That one has turned gray, while this one has not matured.