صارَ فَظّاً بَعدَ رِقَّتِهِ

مُستَطيلاً بَعدَ حَنَّتِهِ

He has grown harsh after having been tender,

Overbearing after all his compassion.

أَغيَدٌ يَغدو وَأَدمُعَنا

مِن تَجَنّيهِ كَوجنَتِهِ

A graceful, swaying youth goes forth, while our tears—

Born of his cruelty—are like his cheek.

لَو رَأَتهُ الشَمسُ لَاِنكَسَفَت

حَسَداً مِنها لِطَلعَتِهِ

If the sun beheld him, it would suffer eclipse,

Out of envy for his radiant countenance.