ومطلعةِ الشموسِ على غصونٍ

مُضَاحِكَةٍ عن الدّرّ المصونِ

The sun rises over branches

Laughing at the guarded pearls

كأنّ السحرَ جيءَ به طبيباً

ليبرئهنّ مِنْ سَقَم العيونِ

As though magic was brought as a healer

To cure their sick eyes

فلمّا لم يجدْ فيها علاجاً

أقامَ محَيَّراً بين الجفونِ

But finding no remedy in them

It remained perplexed between the eyelids

ولم أرَ قبلها مُقَلاً مِرَاضاً

مُحَرَّكَةَ الملاحةِ بالسكونِ

And I never saw before her a glancing coquette

Stirring grace with stillness

تُنَفَّذُ في القلوب لها سهامٌ

مُنَصَّلَةٌ بفولاذِ المَنُونِ

She shoots arrows into hearts

Barbed with the steel of yearning