حِجابٌ فَإِن تَبدوا فَلِلدَمعِ جَولَةٌ

يَكونُ لَهُ مِن دونِ رُؤيَتِهِ سِترا

A veil, yet if you appear, tears will begin to flow,

Providing a screen, without the sight of you.

فَإِن غاضَ دَمعُ العَينِ أَقبَلَ كاشِحٌ

يَرُدُّ جُفونَ العينِ قَد مُلِئَت ذُعرا

If the tears of my eyes cease, avid desire arrives,

Turning back my eyelids, now filled with alarm.

وَمَن يَشتَري مِنّي حَياتي بِميتَةٍ

أَبِعهُ حَياةً يَشتَري بَعدَها قَبرا

And whoever buys my life with a death,

I will sell him a life, after which he will buy a grave.

وَمَن يَشتَري عَيني بِعَينٍ صَحيحَةٍ

أَزِدهُ عَلى عَينَيَّ قَلباً أَبى الصَبرا

And whoever buys my eye with a healthy eye,

I will give him, over my eye, a heart that refused patience.