إِيَّاكَ يَا طَائِرَ قَلْبِي فَفِي

وَجْنَتِهِ مَعْنَى الجَمالِ نَسَخْ

Beware, O bird of my heart, for in

Its garden is imprinted the essence of beauty

كَمْ حائمٍ حَوْلَ الحِمَى صَادَهُ

فَخَالُهُ الحَبَّةُ والصُّدْغُ فَخْ

Many a hunter stalking the sanctuary ensnared it

Yet its cheek remained a grain and its temple a bruise