بنفسي فتاةٌ يكتبُ الغصنُ إِن مَشَتْ

إِلى قدِّها الميَّاسِ مِن عَبْدِ عَبْدِها

With myself is a girl whose branch writes

If she walked to its length from her loving servant

ولي جَسدٌ ما زال مأْسورَ صَدِّها

إِلى أَن حَكَى في السُّقْم ماسُورَ خدِّها

And I have a body that remains imprisoned by its impediment

Until it recounted in sickness what adorned her cheek

أُشبِّه ذاك الخَدَّ منها بِجَمْرةٍ

وشابورةُ الماسُورِ طالعُ نَدِّهَا

I liken that cheek of hers to an ember

And the adornment of the imprisoned is rising to meet it