وَشَمسِ لَيلٍ طَرَقتُها فَبَدا

مِنها صُدودٌ ما كُنتُ أَحسَبُهُ

And a sun—I visited her by night; then there appeared

from her a turning-away I had never expected.

تَقولُ مَن ذا وَلَستُ أَعرِفُهُ

يا لَصَّةَ القَلبِ جِئتُ أَطلُبُهُ

She says, “Who is this? I do not know him.”

O thief of my heart, I have come seeking it.