وأزرقُ العين يمضي حدّ مقلته

مثل السنان بقلبِ العاشق الحذِر

The blue of his eyes passes the edge of his eyelash

Like a spear in the heart of the wary lover

قالت صبابة مشغوف بزرقتها

دعها سماويةً تمضي على قدَر

Sababa said, infatuated by their blueness

Let them be celestial, passing according to fate