وتُنكِر وجدي وما سار مِنْ

نظامي فيها مَسيرَ المثَلْ

And she denies my passion, and what has gone abroad from me—

my verse about her, circulating like a proverb.

وها أنا واللهِ في حُبّها

صريغُ الغواني جريحُ المُقَلْ

And here I am, by God, in love with her,

felled by beauties, wounded by eyes.