1. رَشاً عَجَبي مِنهُ وَقَد راحَ قاضِياً

    عَلى كُلِّ صَبِّ كَيفَ لا يَقبَلِ الرُشى

    A young gazelle—how I marvel at him, now that he has become a judge

    Over every lovesick lover: how can he not accept bribes?

  2. وَمَن طَرَفَهُ أَنّي بِبيضِ سَوادِهِ

    يَقُدُّ وَلَم يُخدَشُ بِهِ الجِسمُ في الحَشا

    And at his gaze—how, with the white blades of its blackness,

    Does it cleave deep within the breast, yet leave the body unscratched?