وَمُهَفهَفٍ بِالفَرقِ مُنفَرِدٍ

بِلِحاظِهِ يَسطو عَلى الجَمعِ

With their light fluttering alone

His glances reign over the crowd

يَجلو الظَلامَ بِضوءِ غُرَّتِهِ

وَيُعَيدِلونَ الجُنحَ بِالفَرعِ

He dispels the darkness with his blush’s glow

And they waver, bending like a bough

ما شِمتُ بَرقاً عَن مُقَبَّلِهِ

إِلّا وَنابَ عَنِ الحَيا دَمعِي

Never have I glimpsed a flash from his kiss

Without my tears flowing in place of life

فَلِثَغرِهِ وَشِفاهِ مَبسَمِهِ

أَهوى العَقيقَ وَبارِقَ الجَزعِ

For his mouth and smiling lips

I yearn for carnelian and bright aloe wood