طَرِبْتُ ولم تَطْربْ على حين مَطْرَبِ

وكيف التصابي بابن ستَّينَ أشيبِ

I was thrilled, yet you weren't thrilled in that thrilled moment

And how can I be infatuated with a sixty year old gray-haired man

ومما حداك الشوقَ نوحُ حمامة

أرنَّتْ على خُوطٍ من البانِ أهدبِ

And what urged you to yearn was the weeping of a dove

Cooing over delicate twigs of ebony

مطوَّقةٍ تبكي ولم أرَ قبلها

بدا ما بدا من شجوها لم تسلَّب

Adorned, crying, never before had I seen

What appeared, appeared from her lament without being stripped away