طِفلٌ كَفاهُ القَلبُ داراً لَهُ

كَأَنَّما القَلبُ لَهُ قالَبُ

A child, his heart suffices as a home for him

As if the heart was a mold made just for him

كَيوسُفِ الحُسنِ وَقَلبي لَهُ

سِجنٌ وَما ثَمَّ لَهُ صاحِبُ

With the beauty of Joseph, and my heart is for him

A prison, without a companion therein

أَصبَحَ وَالقَلبُ لِباسٌ لَهُ

لاَ قاصِرٌ عَنهُ وَلا ساحِبُ

Morning came, and my heart is a garment for him

Neither too short nor long for him

وَهوَ بِعَيني وَهوَ إِنسانُها

وَهيَ لَهُ مِن خارِجٍ حاجِبُ

He is in my eyes, he is their beloved

While she is for him a lowered veil

ضاقَ بِهِ ضيقُ عِناقي لَهُ

فَلَم يَسَع ما قالَهُ العائِبُ

My embrace was too tight for him

It could not contain what the critic says