بروحيَ من حيَّا سلامي بردِّه
حياء وفي طي الحشا نشر ودّه
My soul be ransom for the one who acknowledged my greeting with his reply,
shyly, and within the heart’s folds unfurled his love.
أرى بلبل الأفكار في روض حسنه
يردد أشعاري على غصن قدّه
I see thought’s nightingale in the garden of his beauty,
repeating my verses upon the branch of his slender form.
Sol 5.6