كَيْفَ يَصْحُو من سُكرِه مُشْتاقُ

في هِلالٍ تَشتاقُهُ الآفاقُ

How the longing one awakes from his drunkenness

In a crescent, horizons long for it

كَلَّفَتْنِي لِحاظُهُ الصَّبْرَ حتَّى

جَازَ عِنْدي تَكْلِيفُ مالا يُطاق

Its glance tasked me with patience until

What cannot be endured became an imposed task

عابَ مِنْهُ اللُّحاةُ لَمّا رأَوْهُ

سُمْرَةً لي في سِرِّها أذواقُ

The critics blamed it when they saw it

A purse-idol that has flavors for me in its secrets

وادَّعوا أنَّها ظَلامٌ بقَلْبي

حاشَ لله إنَّها إشراقُ

And claimed it was darkness in my heart

Far it is! It is an illumination

هُمْ أجالُوا لِحاظَهُمْ فِيهِ حتَّى

نَفَضتْ فِيهِ صِبْغَها الأحداقُ

They stared into it until

Their gazes shook off its dye