ليس أشكو غير خديه التي

ليس أشكو غير خديه التي

قد حبت قلبي ناراً ما خبت

قد حبت قلبي ناراً ما خبت

I complain of nothing but his cheeks, which

I complain of nothing but her cheek, which

have bestowed on my heart a fire that has not gone out,

Has set my heart on fire, unquenched;

وجفونٍ زانها عارضه

وجفونٍ زانها عارضه

ما نبت أسيافها لما نبت

ما نبت أسيافها لما نبت

and eyelids adorned by his cheek-down,

And eyelids that with their archery

whose swords did not grow blunt when it sprouted.

Have not missed since they shot their arrows.