لَقَد كانَ مِثلَ النَسيمِ الخَفِيِّ

يُحَسُّ وَلا يَرتَئيهِ البَصَر

He was like a gentle breeze

Felt, yet invisible to the eye's gaze

فَلَمّا تَجافَيتَ شاعَ الهَوى

وَأَصبَحَ مِثلَ شُعاعِ القَمَر

But when you turned cold, passion waned

And he became like moonlight's ray