عُلِّقتُها حَمَّاءَ مصقولةً
سوادُ قلبي صفةٌ فيها
I fell for her, a dark beauty—my burnished one;
the blackness of my heart is a quality she bears.
ما انكسف البدرُ على تِمِّهِ
ونُورِه إلا ليحكِيها
The full moon was never eclipsed at the height of its fullness,
nor its radiance, save to imitate her.
لأجلها الأزمان أوقاتُها
مؤرخاتٌ من لياليها
For her sake, the ages—their epochs
are dated by nights of hers.
Sol 5.6