يسوم سلوّى في هواه بصدّه

ويدعو إلى روض المحاسن أجفاني

He roams distracted by his love and firmness

And he calls my eyelids to the garden of beauty

وما جاد لي يوماً بسهم من اللقا

على أن لي من لحظ عينيه سهمان

And he has never shot an arrow of meeting at me

Yet I have two arrows from the glance of his eyes