لَو لَم يَكُن راعَها فكر تصورها

مِن واله أَو رَأتها مُقلة الأَمَلِ

If it weren't for the mind envisioning it

Or the hopeless saw it from their lovesick heart

ما قابلت نُصف بَدر بابن لَيلَتِهِ

وَأَلقَت الزَهر فَوقَ الشَمس مِن خَجَل

The half-moon wouldn't have met the son of its night

And the flowers wouldn't have cast themselves over the sun in shyness