1. Beware, O bird of my heart, for in
Its garden is imprinted the essence of beauty
١. إِيَّاكَ يَا طَائِرَ قَلْبِي فَفِي
وَجْنَتِهِ مَعْنَى الجَمالِ نَسَخْ
2. Many a hunter stalking the sanctuary ensnared it
Yet its cheek remained a grain and its temple a bruise
٢. كَمْ حائمٍ حَوْلَ الحِمَى صَادَهُ
فَخَالُهُ الحَبَّةُ والصُّدْغُ فَخْ