والسُّمْرُ من قُلُبِ القُلُوْبِ مَوَاتِحٌ

وكأنَّها مَوْصُوْلَةُ الأشْطَانِ

The vines are keys to hearts from deep within

As if they're strung upon some evil's skin

والنَّبْلُ في حَلَقِ الدِّلاَصِ كأنَّها

وَيْلُ الحَيَا في مائجِ الغُدْرَانِ

And arrows in the quivers, it appears

Are vipers striking at the bosom's core