عَبَرَ الغَداةَ عَليّ ظَبيٌ أَغيَدُ

فَبَدا لِطَرفي مِنهُ طَرفٌ أَرمَدُ

In the early dawn a gazelle passed by me,

So that to my eyes was revealed a rheumy eye of his,

قَد خالَطَت ما اِزرَقَّ مِنهُ حُمرَةٌ

فَكَأَنَّهُ الكِبريتُ ساعَةَ يوقِدُ

For the blueness of him was mingled with redness,

So that he was like sulphur at the moment of its igniting.