وَمُهفهف لَولا عَقارب صَدغِهِ

لَتناهبت وَجناتُهُ الأَلحاظ

Had it not been for the moles on his cheek

His glances would have ravished the gardens.

طارحتهُ ذكر الهَوى وَعَواذِلي

لا راقدون وَلا هُم أَيقاظ

Love's memory cast me down though friends blame me,

Asleep they were not, nor awake.

نُبدي الحَديث وَلا حَديث كَأَنَّما

أَلحاظُنا ما بَيننا أَلفاظ

We speak though speaking is not,

Our glances between us are merely words.