1. كَتَبتُ إِلى الحَبيبِ بِكَسرِ عَيني

    كِتاباً لَيسَ يَقرَؤُهُ سِواهُ

    I wrote to my beloved with a lowered glance,

    a letter none but he could read.

  2. فَأَخبَرَني تَوَرُّدُ وَجنَتَيهِ

    وَكَسرُ جُفونِهِ أَن قَد قَراهُ

    Then the rosy flush of his cheeks told me,

    and the lowering of his eyelids, that he had read it.