وبي رشأٌ معاطفه رشاقٌ

وكم رشقت لواحظه نبالا

His robes have been woven with tenderness

And how his glances have pierced me with arrows

له شعرٌ حكاه في التجني

على ضعفي تجافى واستطالا

He has a poetry that mocks my weakness

And disdains my frailty, persisting in aloofness