أَفي مِثْلِ هَذَا الحُسْنِ يُعْذَلُ مُغْرَمُ

لَقَدْ تَعِبَ اللَّاحِي بِهِ والمُتيَّمُ

Is one enamored by such beauty to be blamed?

The infatuated and lovelorn are spent by it.

أَعِدْ نَظراً فيهِ عَساكَ جَهِلْتهُ

تَجِدْ ما بِهِ تَشْقَى العُيونُ وتَنْعَمُ

Look again more closely - you may have missed it.

You'll find that which gives eyes pleasure and pain.

أُعيذ مُحيَّاهُ إِذَا رُمْتُ إِنّني

أُعيد إِليهِ ناظِراً يتوسَّمُ

I shield its beauty when I aim arrows at it,

Then turn again a hopeful gazer towards it.

وَأَلقى سَناً لو كانَ قَلْبُ حُروفِهِ

لِعيْني بِهِ لم يَشْكُ وَحْشَته فَمُ

I cast a glance as if the heart of its letters

Were, for my eyes, a cure for its longing and thirst.