مَن لِقَلب يَصلى سَعير تَجني

ك وَيَبقى كَأَنَّهُ الياقوت

He whose heart prays for your flame to burn

Melts yet remains as ruby defined

كُلَما ذابَ مِن صُدودك أَحيت

هُ الأَماني كَأَنَّها لاهوت

Each time his hopes from your blows revive

As though from the divine they were designed