ما عابَ ساحِرَ طَرفِهِ رَمَدٌ بِهِ

كَلّا ولا أَضحى بِذاكَ كَليلا

Inflammation in his eye has not marred the magic of his gaze;

No—nor has it thereby become dull.

لا تَأمَنَن فَتَكاتِ لَحظٍ أَرمَدٍ

فَالعَضبُ يَقطَعُ ماضِياً وَصَقيلا

Never think yourself safe from the deadly assaults of a glance from an inflamed eye;

For the keen sword cuts, sharp and burnished.