1. ما يَعدِلُ في لواعجِ الأشواقِ

    باكٍ بدَمٍ جارٍ منَ الآماقِ

    None can match, in the burning pangs of longing,

    One who weeps blood flowing from the corners of his eyes.

  2. أَصماهُ بسهمِ مقلتيهِ رشأٌ

    في وَجنَتِهِ مَصارعُ العُشَّاقِ

    A young gazelle struck him dead with the arrow of its two eyes;

    In its cheek lie the places where lovers fall slain.