1. أَسقَمتَني جُفونَهُ وَمَكاني

    عِندَهُ في الهَوى مَكان الخلالِ

    His eyelids have made me ill, and my place

    With him in love is the place of a toothpick.

  2. لَم يشن جِسمي النَحول وَلَكن

    زادَني الحُب رفعة بِاِنتِحالي

    Emaciation has not marred my body; rather,

    Love has raised my rank by claiming me as its own.

  3. وَكَفى ذَلِكَ الخلال اِفتِخاراً

    بِثَناياهُ أَو نَظير مِثالي

    And that toothpick has glory enough

    In his front teeth—or so has one resembling me.