كَأَنَّ عَينيَّ إِذ وَلَّت حُمولُهُمُ

مِنّي جَناحا حَمامٍ صادَفا مَطَرا

As if my eyes, when their caravan turned from me,

Were a dove's wings that met a rain cloud,

أَوَ لؤلؤٌ سَلسٌ في عِقدِ جاريَةٍ

وَرهاءَ نازَعَها الوِلدانُ فاِنتَثَرا

Or smooth pearls in a maiden's necklace

That playing children struggled for and scattered.