قضيبُ لُجَيْنٍ نَوَّرَ الوَرْدُ فوقَهُ

ولكنَّهُ ما شَقَّ عنهُ كمامَهُ

The rose's light shone on Lujayn's rod

Yet its sheath was not split, nor its veil undone

أرى الحِبَّ دِيناً والمحبِّين أُمَّةً

وصُدْغَيْه مِحْراباً وقلبي إِمَامَهُ

I see love as religion, and lovers as its sect

Her cheeks my prayer niche, her heart my imam

لدى وَجْنَةٍ قد حُطَّ للشَّعْر فوقها

مِجَنٌّ على نونٍ يعانقُ لاَمَهُ

A spot where poetry's banner was planted

A cup on an 'n', embracing its 'l'