ما زال سَهْمُ اللَّحظِ يجْرحُهُ

حتّى تَضاعفَ فوقه الزَّردُ

The arrow of the glance still wounds him

Until agates are heaped upon him

ومنَ العجائبِ والهوى عَجبٌ

جمْرٌ يَبيتُ يُذيبُهُ البَرَد

And of wonders and passion a wonder -

A live coal that night makes cold