وَظَبْيٍ مِنْ بَني الْكُتَّابِ يَسْبي

قُلُوبَ العاشِقينَ بِمُقْلَتَيْهِ

A gazelle of the tribe of writers who captivates

The hearts of lovers with her glances

رَفَعْتُ الَيْهِ أَسْتَقْضي رِضاهُ

وَأَسْأَلُهُ خَلاصاً مِنْ يَدَيْهِ

I raised my eyes to her to win her favor

And asked her for deliverance from her hands

فَوَقَّعَ قَدْ رَدَدْتُ فُؤَادَ هَذا

مُسامَحَةً فلا يُعْدَى عَلَيْهِ

So she signed “I have given back this heart

In forgiveness, so let no more wrong be done to it.”