له وَجهٌ يُحسِّن وَجهَ عُذري

إِذا مارُحتُ مَخلوع العِذارِ

He has a face that beautifies my excuse

When I pass by, stripped of restraint

كأَنَّ عقارِبَ الأَصداغِ منه

عَقارِبُ سُمُّها في القلب سار

As if the temples' scorpions come from him -

Scorpions whose poison spreads through my heart