1. ومطلعةِ الشموسِ على غصونٍ

    مُضَاحِكَةٍ عن الدّرّ المصونِ

    And she who makes suns rise upon boughs,

    smiling to reveal well-guarded pearls—

  2. كأنّ السحرَ جيءَ به طبيباً

    ليبرئهنّ مِنْ سَقَم العيونِ

    as though magic had been brought as a physician

    to cure them of the sickness of the eyes.

  3. فلمّا لم يجدْ فيها علاجاً

    أقامَ محَيَّراً بين الجفونِ

    But when he found no cure in her,

    he remained bewildered between the eyelids.

  4. ولم أرَ قبلها مُقَلاً مِرَاضاً

    مُحَرَّكَةَ الملاحةِ بالسكونِ

    And before her I had never seen ailing eyes

    whose loveliness was stirred by stillness.

  5. تُنَفَّذُ في القلوب لها سهامٌ

    مُنَصَّلَةٌ بفولاذِ المَنُونِ

    Her arrows are driven into hearts,

    tipped with the steel of death.