ما أَسعَدَ بالوِصال لَو يَدريهِ

سَمعٌ هيَ سِحرُ لَفظِها تُقريهِ

How happy with union, if he only knew

Her voice is magic, its words would woo

ما الصدقُ وَإِن حَلا لعمري ثَمَراً

كالحِلف عَلى لِسانِها تُجريهِ

Truth though bears fruit, my life upon an oath

Swearing by her tongue would more imbue