مهفهَف القَدِّ ينثني لِينَاً

قد حكّم السُقمَ والضَّنَى فِينَا

The palm tree of fate bends with gentleness

Sickness and grief have ruled over us

سَلَّ حُساما مِن لحظَه فبه

يقتُلنا تارةً ويُحيينا

He unsheathed a sword from his glance, which

Kills us at times and brings us to life at others

ومرَّ يُهدي إلى لواحظِنا

ممّا حَمَت عَقْرَباه نِسْرينا

And he passed by gifting our gazes

Some of the intoxication his eyelids carried