ما لِلّيالي وَلي كَأَنَّ لَها

في مُهجَتي أَن يفتِنَها غَرَضا

What nights are to me, as if for them

In my heart's core some purpose lay concealed

كَأَنَّها قَد تَراهَنَت جُمَلا

في رَميِها وَاِتَّخَذنَها غَرَضا

As though in archery contest they had bent

Their whole endeavor and took it for their field