والله ما اتصلت نفسي بحسرتها

حتى رمت مقلتي عيني بنظرتها

I had barely connected my soul to her longing

When my eyelids cast their gaze upon her

لم يثنها حذرٌ عن لحظِ ذي غنجٍ

به أدام هواها فيضَ عبرتِها

Caution did not prevent her from a tender glance

Through which she perpetuated her passion and tears' outpouring

يا من هو الحسن إلا أنه بدعٌ

صبا ببهجتها يزهو بنضرتها

O you who are beauty incarnate

Dawn with its splendor and bloom with its freshness

إني وما كلفت نفس المحب به

أخشى على كبدي من طول زفرتها

Indeed, I - though I have not burdened the lover's soul -

Fear for my innermost being from her long sighs