1. My longing for Shadin in his beauty's prime
His hair has lit my morn and eve sublime
١. لَهْفِي عَلَى شَادِنٍ فِي حُسْنِ طَلْعَتِهِ
وَشَعْرُهُ صَارَ إِصْبَاحِي وَإِمْسَائِي
2. His sip in July my heart made cold as rime
Yet burned within through winter's cruel clime
٢. قَدْ بَرَّدَ القَلْبَ فِي تَمُّوزَ مَرْشِفُهُ
وَظَلَّ يَحْرِقُ فِي كَانُونَ أَحْشَائِي