قالَت وَرَمَت نَحويَ لحظَ الهازي

لا بُدَّ لِذي الشيب من الإِعجازِ

She glanced at me with coy eyes

No doubt for one with grey hair there must be miracles

في صَيد فؤادها القَضايا عُكِسَت

عَن مُقتَنَصِ الغُراب أَينَ البازي

In trapping her heart matters were reversed

The hawk missed the crow, so where was the falconer?