لا اشتكي الحب تصميني مصائبه
ولي عن اللوم فيه إذن أطروش
I do not complain of love, though its afflictions deafen me;
and against reproach for it, I have an utterly deaf ear.
فلست أول من القاه ناظره
في صبوة شوشته أي تشويش
For I am not the first whom his own gaze has cast
into a passion that utterly bewildered him—what bewilderment!
كالنسر أراده سهم فاستعد له
عذراً وقال رمى قلبي به ريشي
Like the eagle an arrow had marked, he prepared for it
an excuse, and said, “My own feather shot my heart with it.”
Sol 5.6