عَجِبتُ لذي طرفٍ فُتِنتُ بسحره

ووجه يفوق البَدر ليلة نصفه

I marvel at one whose glance has bewitched me with its magic;

And whose face surpasses the full moon on the midmonth night;

وصدغٍ لدى هجرانه كعقاربٍ

وعند وصال الصبّ واوات عطفه

In his estrangement, his twin temple-locks are like scorpions;

But in union with the beloved, they are the wāws of his tenderness.