عَجَباً لِأَهيَفَ لا عَدِمتُ وِصالَهُ

وَكَذا اِلتِقاطي مِن جَواهِرِ لَفظِهِ

How strange is the one I never cease to love

And so it is with gathering gems from his words

ما إِن أَرى ماءَ الحَياةِ بِثَغرِهِ

إِلّا وَشِمت الحَتفَ مِنهُ بِلَحظِهِ

No sooner do I see the water of life on his lips

Than I wet my breast with it in a glance