جست مثاني عودها بأنامل

عبثت بلب الخاشع المتورع

Her fingers danced upon the strings

Of the shy, devout lute

وشدت فلو شاءت عذوبةُ لفظها

عطفت عنان البارق المتسرع

If the sweetness of her voice willed it

It would rein in the racing lightning

وعجبت من ريح الصبا إذ لم تقف

طرباً ولكن ما لها أذن تعي

I wondered at the spring breeze that did not pause

Enraptured, but it has no ear to hear

أبصرت يا عيني ما لم تبصري

وسمعت يا أذني مالم تسمعي

My eyes, you have seen what you did not see before

My ears, you have heard what you did not hear before