لَقَد عَجَلَتني نَظرَتي بِهَواكا

كَأَن لَم تَكُن عَيني تُريدُ سِواكا

My eyes hastened me with love for you

As if they wanted nothing but you

أَتاني رَسولي مُشرِقاً نورُ وَجهِهِ

وَلَم يَكُ عِندي قَبلَ ذاكَ كَذاكا

My messenger came to me with a radiant face

Never before had he come to me thus

أَتاكَ قَبيحاً وَجهُهُ فَكَسَوتَهُ

بَقايا جِمالٍ مِنكَ حينَ أَتاكا

He came to you ugly faced, so you covered him

With remnants of beauty when he came to you

كَفاني إِذا ما غِبتَ عَنّي بِأَن أَرى

رَسولي بِأَن قَد كَلَّمَتهُ رُؤاكا

It suffices me when you are absent from me

To see my messenger, that your vision spoke to him