وَظَبيٍ مِنَ الإِنسِ أَنفاسُهُ

عَبيرُ ثَناياهُ أَدراجُهُ

A gazelle whose breath is from humankind

The fragrance of his folds his processions

تَبوحُ القِلادَةَ مِن سِرِّهِ

بِما لا يَبوحُ بِهِ تاجُهُ

The necklace whispers from his secret

What his crown does not whisper with

إِذا الطَرفُ عاجَ عَلى خَدِّهِ

تَنَزَّهَ فيما حَوى عاجُهُ

When the glance became restless on his cheek

It showed holiness in what its ivory encased