أفدِي الذي جبينه في شعرهِ

طرَّةُ صبحٍ تحت أذيال الدجى

I sacrifice myself for the one whose forehead in his hair

Is the glimmer of dawn under the skirts of darkness

مالي به مع قرب داري ملتقًى

فهل رأيت ثغره المفلَّجا

Why should I meet him though my house is near his?

For have you seen his ravishing mouth when he smiles?