وَفي القَلبِ مِن وَجدٍ بِسَلمى مَعَ الَّذي

أَرى مِن تَوانيها وَمِن ذاكَ أَعجَبُ

In my heart from passion for Salma along with him

Whose delay and that I find more wondrous

جُروحٌ دَوامٍ ما تُداوى كُلومُها

كَما لا أَرى كَسرَ الزُجاجَةِ يُشعِبُ

Wounds that last, their injuries never heal

As I see not a broken glass repaired