يا سالماً من سهري

قد ذقت حرَّ الفِكَرِ

O my peace from my vigil

I have tasted the heat of thought

غبتَ فما زالَ الكرى

مغيباً عن بصري

You were absent, yet yearning

Remained hidden from my sight

يا حسَناً صرتُ لهُ

مملكاً بالنظرِ

O beauty, to him I became

A kingdom by mere glance

ظفرتَ بالقلبِ فلا

تكن لئيمَ الظفَرِ

You have won my heart, so do not

Be mean in victory