إِلّا يُرَ مِن قَدحِ زنادي سِقطُ

أَو لَم يُرَ من حظِّ هَواها قسطُ

Unless a spark from my flint is seen

Or if her love's share is not fulfilled

ترب وَطِئَته وَالهَوى يَجمَعُنا

ما انجرَّ عَلَيهِ لسواها مِرطُ

Dust that she tread and passion unite us

Nothing but it drew me to her, not her veil