بِأَبي غَزالٌ نامَ عَن وَصبي بِهِ

وَمُراقُ دَمعي بِالنَوى وَصَبيبِهِ

By my father a gazelle slept away from her fawn

And my streaming tears at the ruins and their downpour

يا لَيتَهُ يَرثي عَلى وَلَهي بِهِ

لِغَرامِ قَلبي في الهَوى وَلَهيبِهِ

Would that he lament over my infatuation with it

For the love of my heart in passion and its blaze