هل مما عراه طبيبُ

أم له في هوى المِلاح نصيبُ

Is there a physician for what has afflicted him?

Or does he have a share in passion for the beautiful?

يا فقاحَ المِلاح ما لقضبي

كلّ يوم يأتي عليه عصيبُ

O blossoms of the beautiful, what ails my boughs?

Each day hardship comes upon it.

إنّ جلدي عميرةض قد براني

فأنا مغرَمٌ سقيمٌ كئيبُ

Indeed, my skin—«عميرةض» [corrupt in the source]—has worn me away;

Thus I am love-stricken, sick, and sorrowful—

و لا غير غزال

آنسٌ نافرٌ بعيدٌ قريبُ

And it is none other than a gazelle,

Tame yet skittish, distant yet near.