تَولَّى الحِمامُ بظَبْي الخُدُورِ

وفازَ الرَّدى بالغَزَالِ الغَرِيرِ

The dove has turned away from the lovely doe

And time has claimed the graceful gazelle

وكُنْتُ ملِلْتُك لا عن قِلىً

ولا عن فَسادٍ جرى في ضَمِيري

I did not tire of you out of boredom

Nor because of any corruption within my heart

كمِثْلِ ملالِ الفَتَى للنَّعِيمِ

إِذا دام فيه وحال السُّرُورِ

It was like a young man tiring of pleasure

When joy in him becomes constant