صَبٌّ جَوارِحُهُ لِلسَقمِ أَوطانُ

وَخَدُّهُ لِخُيولِ الدَمعِ مَيدانُ

His limbs are prone to illness, homelands

His cheek a racecourse for horses of tears

ضَنَّت عَلَيهِ بِنُعماها مُنَّعَمَةٌ

أَجفانُها لِظُبى الأَلحاظِ أَجفانُ

A benefactress has lavished blessings on him

Her eyelids rival gazelles' in their beauty

فَمَن رَآهُ رَأى مِن جِسمِهِ شَبَحاً

نُحولُهُ لِكِتابِ الحُبِّ عُنوانُ

Whoever sees him sees an emaciated spectre

His lean face the title page of the book of love