وبمهجتي رشأ يميس قوامه

فكأنَّه نشوان من شفتيهِ

With my gladness a slender sprig springing up

As though it were a flash of lightning from my lips.

شغف العذار بخدِّه ورآه قد

نعست نواظره فدبَّ عليهِ

The lover's passion for his cheek saw it when

His languid glances slumbered, so crept up to it.