أما تراه ومَرّ الريح يعطفه

كأنه زعفران فوق كافورِ

Don't you see him, as the wind blows by, bending him over

Like saffron atop camphor

إذا بدا في اختلافٍ من محاسنه

أراك كيف اختلاط النار بالنور

When through his different beauties he appears

I see you like the mixing of fire with light