وَلمَّا رمَى باللَّحظِ عن قَوسِ حاجبٍ

إلى قَلبِ صبٍّ لو دَرَى إذ رَنا احتَجَب

And when he shot a glance from the bow of an eyebrow

To the heart of a melting youth, had he but known what he did!

وَكانَ لُجيناً مُشرِقَ اللَّونِ فاغتدَى

وَقد تَرَكتهُ سَطوَةُ الخَوفِ كالذَّهب

He was shining of hue, and forward withal,

Yet fear had left him as gold beaten out into leaf.