حَسَدتُ كِتابي عَلى فَوزِهِ

بإِبصارهِ الغُرّةَ الزاهِرَهْ

My books I envied for their joyous fate -

To glimpse your sparkling youth so fair,

فَيالَيت شَخصي يَكون الكِتاب

فَتلحَظُهُ المُقلَةُ الساحِرَهْ

Would that my being were those books, then

Your magic eyes would rest on me somewhere.