وَغِيدٍ أَنْكَرَتْ شَمَطِي فَظَلَّتْ

تُغَمِّضُ دونَهُ طَرْفاً مَريضا

And beautiful one denied my kissed lips so she

kept closing before it a sick eye.

وَشيمتُها التَّزاوُرُ عَنْ مَشيبٍ

يَرُدُّ حَبيبَ غانِيَةٍ بَغيضا

Her habit to pretend about a gray hair

that makes a lover to a singer hateful.

فَما ارْتاعَتْ مِنَ الحَيّاتِ سُوداً

كَما ارْتاعَتْ مِنَ الشَّعَراتِ بِيضا

So she did not dread from snakes black

as she dreaded from hairs white.