فديتُ غزالاً راقني دُرُّ شعرِهِ

كما شاقَني في نطقِهِ دُرُّ ثغرِهِ

The luster of his hair has won my heart

Just as the luster of his lips has captivated my soul

إذا ما غدا للشعرِ يُغري بنظمِهِ

غدوتُ لعقدِ الدمعِ أغري بنثرِهِ

When he begins to recite poetry, enchanting with his rhyme

I begin to shed tears, enchanted by his prose

وواللهِ ما أدري أسِحْرُ جفونِهِ

تملَّكَ قلبَ الصبِّ أم سحرُ شعرِهِ

By God, I know not whether the magic of his eyelids

Has enthralled the youth's heart, or the magic of his poetry