يقول عذولي ما لدمعك أخضراً

يقول عذولي ما لدمعك أخضراً

جرى في هوى ظبي غلا في نفاره

جرى في هوى ظبي غلا في نفاره

My reproacher says, “Why are your tears green,

'Uduli says, "Why are your tears so green?

flowing for love of a gazelle who shies away to excess?”

They flow in the love of a fleeing gazelle, boiling in its escape.

فقلت صفا دمعي وقابل صدغه

فقلت صفا دمعي وقابل صدغه

فأبصرت فيه لون آس عذاره

فأبصرت فيه لون آس عذاره

I said, “My tears grew clear and faced his temple,

I said, ‘My tears are clear, meet their cheek.’

so in them I saw the myrtle hue of his cheek-down.”

Then in them I saw the hue of a doe's injury."