ومُرّ التجنّب حلُو اللَّمَى

لأَلْبابِنا باللّحاظ اسْترقُ

And the bitterness of avoidance is sweet for our minds

I stole a glance at him with my eyes

بدا فَلَقُ الصبّح من وجهِهِ

فقلت أعوذُ بربّ الفلق

The dawn broke from his face

So I said, I seek refuge with the Lord of the dawn

ولم أدْرِ لمّا رَنا طرفُه

عدوٌ رمَى أم حبيبٌ رمق

And I did not know, when his glance wandered

Was it an enemy who shot arrows or a lover who winked