1. في القَلبِ أَرى اِشتياقَهُ مركوزا

    سرّاً نَطَقَ الدَمعُ بِهِ مَرموزا

    In the heart I see longing for him firmly rooted—

    A secret the tears have voiced in signs.

  2. حَقّاً قَصَرَ الشَوقُ عَلَيهِ هَمّي

    مذ مَدَّ يَدايَ صدغَه المَهموزا

    Truly, yearning has confined my concern to him,

    Since my two hands stretched out his hamza-shaped temple-lock.