وباكيةٍ من غير دمع بأعينٍ

على غير خدّ دائماً تتحدّرُ

With tearless weeping from eyes

That forever descend on cheeks not their own

يغنّي بها زجل المدِير لقُطْبها

فيطرِبها حُسْن الغِناء فتنعَر

The director's poet sings of her beauty

His singing disturbs her, though fair it be, and she frowns

إذا نزف العشّاق دمعَ عيونهمْ

فأدمعها مع كثرةِ السكب تغزُر

When lovers shed the tears of their eyes

Her copious weeping makes their tears seem but a drizzle