وَلَحْظٍ يَكَادُ الْحُسْنُ يَعْبُدُ حُسْنَهُ

إِذا أَقْلَقَتْهُ لِلْعُيونِ المَضَاجِعُ

For a moment, beauty almost worships its beauty

When the beds unsettle it for the eyes

تَحَرَّكَ طِفْلُ الغُنْجِ في مَهْدِ طَرْفِهِ

فَأَجْفانُهُ مُسْتَيْقِظَاتٌ هَوَاجِعُ

The baby of the lids moves in the crib of his eyelash

So his eyelids are vigilant, desirous