في ذلِكَ الحيِّ المُعرِّضِ لي هَويً

ودَّعْتُه حذراً بطْرفٍ معْرِضِ

In that lively neighborhood I fell in love

I bid him farewell cautiously with an averted glance

أخشَى عليه الكاشِحين فكُلُّهم

غَضبانُ يُسخِطُهُ هَوانَا لا رَضِي

I fear for him the slanderers, for they are all

Angry, provoking him with passion, not appeased

فتلفّتَتْ عينِي المريضةُ بالبُكا

والبينِ تأملُ نظرةً من مُمْرِضي

So my sick eye wandered, weeping

And between us a glance of longing from my healer