1. وَيْحَ عَيْنِي لَمْ تَرْوَ مِنْ مَاءِ وَجْهٍ

    قَدْ سَقَاهُ الشَّبَابُ مَاءَ النَّعِيْمِ

    Alas for my eye, unquenched by the freshness of a face

    that youth has watered with the water of bliss.

  2. مَا الْتَقَيْنَا فَأَحْمَدُ اللَّهَ إِلاَّ

    مِثْلَ مَا تَلْتَقِي جُفُونُ السَّلِيْمِ

    We have met—and so I thank God—only

    as the eyelids of a snakebitten man meet.