انظُر شَماتَةَ عاذِلي وسُرورَهُ

بكُسُوفِ بَدرِي واشتِهارِ مَحاقهِ

Behold the glee of my critic and his joy

At the eclipse of my moon and the gloom of my horizon

غَطّى ظَلامُ الشّعْرِ من وَجناتِه

صُبحاً تضيءُ الأرضُ من إشراقهِ

The darkness of hair has covered his cheeks

While at dawn the earth is illuminated by my radiance

وهو الجهُولُ يقولُ هذا عارضٌ

هُو عارضٌ لكن على عُشّاقِهِ

And he, the ignorant one, says "This is transient"

Transient perhaps, but not for my lovers