عَذِيْري من سَقيمِ المُقْلَتَيْنِ

فما بِهِما لِخَلْقٍ مِنْ يَدَيْنِ

My excuse is from the sick of the two eyelids

For they have no hands for creation

مريض اللّحظِ من رَمَدٍ وغُنْجٍ

بَلا قَلْبي المَشُوقَ بِمَرضَتَيْنِ

Sick of glance from rheum and conjunctivitis

Without my longing heart with two sicknesses

وما عَجبي لِصَوْلِهما شَهِيرَيْ

نِ لكِنْ كَيْفَ صَالا مغمَدينِ

And I am not surprised at their renowned illness

But how did they become ill while sheathed