1. في الجَوّ عَلى اِضطِرابيَ البَرقُ دَليل

    يَشكو حُرَق الغَرام وَالمكثُ قَليل

    In the sky, lightning is a sign of my agitation.

    It laments the burning pains of love, and its stay is brief.

  2. هَذاك لِساني يَتَلَظّى ناراً

    في وَصفِ صَبابَتي اِنثَنى وَهوَ كَليل

    That is my tongue, blazing with fire.

    In describing my ardent longing, it drew back, weary.