ولي كَبِدٌ حَرَّى ونَفْسٌ كأنّها

بكَفِّ عَدُوٍّ ما يُريدُ سَرَاحَها

I burn with fever and my soul is like

A bird in an enemy's fist unwilling to fly free

كأنَّ على قَلْبي قَطَاةً تَذكّرَتْ

على ظَمَأٍ وِرْداً فَهَزَّتْ جَنَاحَها

As if a she-cat lying on my heart

Recalled a pond, and fluttered her wings