قد كان فودى ناظرا بسواده

شغفا جمال صباى ذاك الناظر

Once Fodda gazed with passion at the grace

Of a fair youth who returned his ardent stare

والآن قد ذهب الصبي فابيضّ من

حزن عليه سواد ذاك الناظر

But now the boy is gone, and from distress

The gazer's raven locks have turned to hair