وأخْضَرٍ حَصَلَتْ نفسي به وَنَجَتْ

وما تفارقُ منه روعةٌ رُوعي

My soul found solace in his verdance and was saved

His beauty never ceased to entrance my spirit

رغا وأزبدَ والنكباءُ تُغْضِبُهُ

كما تَعَبَّثَ شيطانٌ بِمصرُوعِ

He foamed and frothed as misfortunes enraged him

As a demon toyed with one laid unconscious