أمنتهى الواصفين إن وصفُوا

ولا يدانوا له وإن كلَفوا

Were all eloquent describers to portray

They still could not do justice, though they essay

وغايةَ العينِ عند لَحظتِها

ومن عليهِ دموُعها تكِفُ

The eye's delight is in its very glance

And he on whom its tears descend, they sway

قد صرفَ العاذلون عذلهُمُ

عني والوجد ليسَ يَنصرِفُ

My censurers turn on others all their blame

From me; but longing is not turned away

وطالَ شوقي فما أحاولُ أن

أشكو إلى اللَهِ أنني دَنِفُ

So long my passion that I do not try

To plain to God that I am passion's prey