رُبَّ ثَقيلٍ لِبُغضِ طَلَعتِه

أَخشاهُ حَتّى كَأَنَّهُ أَجَلي

Many a heavy load my hateful sight proclaims,

Whom while I dread, as though my death he’d be,

وَكُلَّما قُلتُ لا أُشاهِدُهُ

أَلقاهُ حَتّى كَأَنَّهُ عَمَلي

“I’ll ne’er behold him!” yet as oft as e’er

I speak the vow, as oft his form I see.