في خَطِّ عِذاره تَحارُ الفِكَرُ

يا دَولَةَ مَعشَرٍ عَلَيهِ عَثَروا

In her coquetry, thought is perplexed

O people who have stumbled upon him

أَخطَرتُ مُحيّاه بِبالي فَبَدا

مِن نَقشِ خَيالاتيَ فيهِ أَثَرُ

I imagined his face in my mind and there appeared

From the carving of my imaginings on it a trace