قَسا فَأَصبَحَ لا يَرثي لِمَهجورِ

مَن صاغَهُ اللَهُ مِن حُسنٍ وَمِن نورِ

He became harsh, so he is no longer grieved for

The one whom God has shaped from beauty and light

مُهَفهَفٌ أَنا مَعذورٌ عَلى شَغَفي

بِهِ وَمَن لامَ فيهِ غَيرُ مَعذورِ

I am obsessed, so I am excused for my passion

For him - and whoever blames him is not excused

كَأَن سالِفَهُ مِن فَوقِ عارِضِهِ

لامٌ مِنَ المِسكِ خُطَّت فَوقَ كافورِ

It’s as if his ancestors from above his temple

Are lines of musk drawn above camphor