وَما إِختَلَجَت عَينايَ إِلّا رَأَيتُها

عَلى رُغمِ واشيها وَغَيظِ الكَواشِحِ

My eyes moved not, but I saw her there

Despite her slanderers' rage and angry stare

فَيالَيتَ عَيني طالَ مِنها إِختِلاجُها

فَكَم يَومِ لَهوٍ لي بِذالِكَ صالِحِ

Would that her sight might ever stir my eyes

So many wasted days would turn to prize