مَرَّ بِنا وَالعُيونُ تَأخُذُهُ

تَجرَحُ مِنهُ مَواضِعَ القُبَلِ

He passed by, and eyes embraced him

He passed by us, and eyes laid hold of him,

Wounding places made for kisses

Wounding the very spots meant for kisses.

أُفرِغَ في قالَبِ الجَمالِ فَما

يَصلُحُ إِلّا لِذَلِكَ العَمَلِ

Poured into the mold of beauty - nothing

He was poured into the mold of beauty,

Suits him but that deed

And is suited for no task but that alone.