ما ضَرَّ مِن بَعدَ السُرورِ بِبُعدِهِ

لَو كانَ يجمِلُ في صِيانَةِ عَبدِهِ

No harm came from his distance after joy

Had it been proper to protect his servant

يَبدو فَأُطرِقُ هَيبَةً وَمَخافَةً

مِن أَن يُؤَثِّرَ ناظِري في خَدِّهِ

He appears, so I lower my gaze in awe and fear

Lest my looking affects his cheek

قَد صِرتُ أَعجَبُ أَن عِلَّةَ طَرفِهِ

لَيسَت تُؤَثِّرُ عِلَّةٌ في وُدِّهِ

I'm amazed that the reason for his glance

Is no reason affecting his love