جَريءٌ عَلى قَتلِ النُفوسِ وَإِنَّهُ

لَيَجزَعُ مِن لبسِ الحَريرِ وَيَهرَجُ

Fearless of killing souls, yet he

Will shudder at the wearing of silk robes.

جَرى خاطِرٌ بِالوَهمِ يَوماً بِحُبِّهِ

فَظَلَّ لِوَهمي خَدُّهُ يَتَضَرَّجُ

A whim passed through his mind one day in love -

Since then the blush remains upon his cheek.

جَمالٌ يُغَصُّ الطَرفُ عَنهُ جَلالَةً

وَفِعلٌ مِنَ البَينِ المُشَتّتِ أَسمَجُ

A beauty - eyes modestly avert from it, so glorious -

And deeds dispersed, divided from the unite whole, uncouth.

جَلا وَجهَهُ لِلَيلِ في غَسَقِ الدُجى

فَنابَ عَنِ الإِصباحِ وَاللَيلُ أَدعَجُ

His face shone to the night in the darkness of gloom,

Then turned from dawn whilst night was jet.