أُلامُ وَما لَومي عَلى الحُبِّ واجِبُ

أُلامُ وَما لَومي عَلى الحُبِّ واجِبُ

وَقَد صادَني طَرفٌ كَحيلٌ وَحاجِبُ

وَقَد صادَني طَرفٌ كَحيلٌ وَحاجِبُ

I am blamed, though blaming me for love is not warranted.

My pain and blame for love are duties bound,

And a kohl-dark eye and an eyebrow have ensnared me.

Since eyes with curling lashes struck my heart's wound.

أَتُحجَبُ عَنّي وَالفؤادُ يُحِبُّها

أَتُحجَبُ عَنّي وَالفؤادُ يُحِبُّها

لَقَد عَزَّ مَحجوبٌ تَمَنَّاهُ حاجِبُ

لَقَد عَزَّ مَحجوبٌ تَمَنَّاهُ حاجِبُ

Is she veiled from me while my heart loves her?

Shall she be veiled from me whose love I bear,

Hard to attain indeed is a veiled one whom a chamberlain has desired.

When eyelids formed to veil are love-lures found?

أَرومُ فُؤادي في الغَرامِ لِيَنثَني

أَرومُ فُؤادي في الغَرامِ لِيَنثَني

وَكَيفَ وَما دونَ الأَبيَّةِ حاجِبُ

وَكَيفَ وَما دونَ الأَبيَّةِ حاجِبُ

I wish my heart, in its passion, would turn back.

I bid my heart turn back from passion's road,

But how, when no barrier stands before the proud woman?

But how can what is free from shame be bound?