وَظَبيَةٍ مِن ظِباءِ الإِنسِ آنِسَةٍ

تَجري منِ الروحِ مَجراها مِنَ النَفسِ

And a gazelle of humankind, companionable

Flowing from the soul its course from the self

كَأَنَّما خَدُّها مِن تَحتِ سالِفِها

صُبحٌ بَدا نورُهُ مِن ظُلمَةِ الغَلَسِ

As though its cheek beneath its hair

Were dawn whose light shone from the gloom of night

تَبكي وَتَضحَكُ إِن صَدَّت وَإِن وَصَلَت

فَنَحنُ في مَأتَمٍ مِنها وَفي عُرُسِ

It weeps and laughs, if it is turned away or joins

We are thus in grief or joy because of it