وَمُشَجَّجٍ بِالمِسكِ في وَجَناتِهِ

حَسَنِ الشَمائِلِ ساحِرِ الأَلفاظِ

With musk-scented gardens

Of beautiful appearance, bewitching words

أَبَداً تَرى الآثارَ في وَجَناتِهِ

مِمّا يُجَرِّحُها مِنَ الأَلحاظِ

You will always see traces in his gardens

From what wounds it with glances

وَتَراهُ سائِرَ دَهرِهِ مُتَبَسِّماً

فَإِذا رَآني مَرَّ كَالمُغتاظِ

You see him smiling his whole life

But when he sees me he passes like one annoyed

في القَلبِ مِنّي وَالجَوانِحِ وَالحَشا

مِن حُبِّهِ حَرٌّ كَحَرِّ شُواظِ

In my heart and limbs and thoughts

From his love a heat like the heat of embers