إن التي كنتُ لو كلّتها غزَلاً

تفجّرت في القوافي كالشآبيبِ

If she whom, were I to spin her into verse,

Would gush forth in rhymes like waterfalls,

قد قرّحتها الليالي فهي إن رشحت

قصيدةً أعربت عن نفس مكرُوبِ

The nights have wounded her, so if she were to bleed

A poem, it would express an anguished soul.