وَأَهيَفٍ ان تَثَنّى

فَكُلُّهُ حَرَكاتُ

And how graceful his every slight bend,

Each and all but the restless play

لِطَرفِهِ غابُ جَفنٍ

لُيوثُهُ اللَحَظاتُ

Of his lids where yearning has set

Its lair and its painful array.

سُبلُ المَلاحَةِ مِنهُ

تَضِلُّ فيها الصِفاتُ

The paths of perception in him

Lead astray other men’s qualities.