لم أَنسَهُ إذ رَمى عَن قَوس حاجِبهِ

لم أَنسَهُ إذ رَمى عَن قَوس حاجِبهِ

سَهم اللَواحِظِ يُصمي كُلَّ مَن رَمَقا

سَهم اللَواحِظِ يُصمي كُلَّ مَن رَمَقا

I have not forgotten him as he shot from his eyebrow’s bow

The arrow of glances, slaying everyone he gazed upon.

يا لَيتَ قَلبي لِمَرماهُ غَدا هَدَفاً

يا لَيتَ قَلبي لِمَرماهُ غَدا هَدَفاً

رامَ عَلَيهِ بِهاء سَهمِهِ رَشَقا

رامَ عَلَيهِ بِهاء سَهمِهِ رَشَقا

Would that my heart had become a target for his aim—

His arrow’s splendor sought to loose a volley upon it.