وَتِمْثالِ حُسْنٍ إِذا مَا بَدَا

سَجَدن لَهُ بالجُفُونِ العُيُونُ

When a statue of beauty appears

Eyes bow down before it with their eyelids

يَحارُ إِذا زَارَ طَرْفِي الكَرى

كَما حَارَ بِالشَّكِّ فِيهِ اليَقِينُ

It perplexes my weary eyes when it visits them

Just as certainty was perplexed by doubt about it

وَكَانَ وصُولاً فَلَمّا جَفَا

تَجافَتْ عَنِ الغُمْضِ مِنَّا الجُفُونُ

It came gradually, but once it was gone

Our eyelids refused to close from sorrow