وَمُهَفهَفٍ حَسَنِ الشَمائِل أَهيَفِ

تُردى النُفوسُ بِفترتَي عَينَيهِ

With a gentle swaying gait so fair

Hearts melt under his charming stare

ما زالَ يبعدني وَيُؤثر هِجرَتي

فَجَذبتُ قَلبي من أَسار يَدَيهِ

Though he keeps his distance, preferring we part

I’ve pulled my heart from his hands’ snare

قالوا تُراجِعُهُ فَقُلتُ بديهةً

قَولاً أُقيم مَعَ الرويِّ عَلَيهِ

They say, go back to him, but I aptly declared

In verse matching the meter, and to him made clear

وَاللَهِ لا راجَعتُهُ وَلَو اِنَّهُ

كَالشَمسِ أَو كَالبَدرِ أَو كَبوَيهِ

By God, I'll not go back, even if he

Were the sun, the moon, or Libra so dear