لَو لَم يَكُن ناظِرُهُ ساحِراً

لَم يَبدُ في خَدَّيهِ ماءٌ وَنار

If his gaze was not magical

No water or fire would show on his cheeks

وَلا أَرانا في الدُجى كَأَسَهُ

بَدرُ الدُجى قَد حازَ شَمسَ النَهار

Nor would he show us at night his cup

The full moon of the night has gained the sun of day

مُهَفهَفٌ قَصُّ جَناحي لَهُ

أَقعُدَ جِسمي وَفُؤادي أَطار

My wings long to flutter for him

My body sits still while my heart takes flight