نَرجسه يُنسي الوَرى شكله
مثل حَبيب فاتن دله
His narcissus makes one forget the land’s shape
Like a beautiful beloved enchants one’s heart
نَسيمه كَالراح لَو يَحتَوى
وَالروح لَو يَعقد مُنحله
His breeze, if it could be contained, like the soul
As if it could be gathered, and then scattered
