لَئِن ظَهَرت في مُقلةِ الحب حُمرَةٌ

فَما ذاكَ داءٌ يُختشى مِن بَقائِهِ

If redness appears in the eye of love,

It is no disease to be feared for its continuance.

وَلَكِنَّها سَيفٌ أَصابَت ادَا الهَوى

فَطارَ رَشاشٌ نَحوَها مِن دِمائِهِ

Rather it is a sword that struck the instruments of passion,

And droplets flew towards it from its blood.