مُتَطَلِّبٌ بِصُدودِهِ قَتلي

مُتَطَلِّبٌ بِصُدودِهِ قَتلي

فَردُ المَحاسِنِ وَجهُهُ شُغلي

فَردُ المَحاسِنِ وَجهُهُ شُغلي

He seeks my death through his aloofness.

Peerless in beauty, his face occupies my thoughts.

أَلحاظُهُ في الخَلقِ مُسرِعَةٌ

أَلحاظُهُ في الخَلقِ مُسرِعَةٌ

فيما يُريدُ كَسُرعَةِ النَبلِ

فيما يُريدُ كَسُرعَةِ النَبلِ

His glances are swift among people,

in doing what he wills, as swift as arrows.