وحسنتَ في عَيني فلا حسَنُ

إلا كأنكَ ذلك الحَسنُ

You were beautiful in my eyes, so there was no beauty

Except as though you were that beauty

لما انطَوى قَلبي على شجنٍ

يَوماً فكانَ سواءك الشجَنُ

When my heart was folded around melancholy

One day, so your company was the melancholy

رُعت العيونَ فكنتَ غايتَها

وزَهت بكَ اللذاتُ والفِتَن

Eyes wandered, so you were their destination

And through you, delights and temptations flourished

وتَحيرت قبل الظنونِ بها

لحظاتكَ الأوهامُ والفِطَنُ

And before conjectures about it

Your glances confused imaginations and discernment