وربَّ طيفٍ سرى وهْناً فهيَّجني

نفَى طَوارقَ همِّ النَّفسِ إذْ طرقا

And the spirit of a vision passed gently, arousing me,

Banishing the disquiet of my soul when it knocked,

كأنَّما أغفلَ الرّضوانُ رِقْبتَهُ

وَهْناً ففرَّ من الفردَوسِ مُسترِقا

As though Ridwan had left his neck exposed in his sleep

And, stolen from Paradise because of this gentleness, had fled.