يَبكي فَتَسقي الدُموعُ وَجنَتَهُ

كَما سَقى الطَلُّ وَردَةً غَضَّه

His tears water his cheeks

As the dew waters a rosebud

إِذا اِلتَوى الصَدغُ فَوقَ وَجنَتِهِ

حَسِبتَ تُفّاحَةً بِها عَضَّه

When his temple crumples above his cheek

You'd think it an apple with a bite in it