اِن فُزت بِالقُربِ أَقصَتني حَواجِبُه

وَخَوف لحطيه يُغنيني عَنِ النَظَر

If I come near, his frowning brow repels me,

And fear of his disdain contents me without a glance.

وَاِن جَنُحَت اِلى الهِجرانَ أَزعَجَني

اِلى جَميل لُقاهُ ضُعف مُصطَبِري

If I incline to estrangement, he disquiets me

To the beauty of his face, my patience being weak.