يَقولٌ الْمُعَنَّى لِلذَّكِيِّ الْمُحَقِّقِ

مَحَلُّ اخْتِيَارِي بَخْتِيَارٌ بِمَشْرِقِ

The tormented lover says to the astute, discerning mind:

"My chosen one is Bakhtiyar in the East;

فَلَوْ كَانَ لِي بَخْتٌ وَذَا نِصْفُهُ رَنَا

إِلَيَّ بِعَيْنِ الْعَاشِقِ الْمُتَمَلِّقِ

If I possessed fortune (Bakht)—which is half of his name—he would have gazed

Upon me with the tender eyes of a fawning lover.

وَلَوْ كَانَ لِي رَأْيٌ كَعَكْسِ الذِي بَقِي

هُدِيتُ فَلَمْ أُبْصِرْ جَمَالاً لِأَخْرَقِ

And if I possessed judgment (Ra'y)—the exact reverse of what remains (Yar)—

I would have been guided, and seen no beauty in a fool."