وَفَاتِكٍ بِجُرْحِ سَيْفِ لَحْظهِ

وَفَاتِكٍ بِجُرْحِ سَيْفِ لَحْظهِ

مُجَرَّداً مِن جَفْنهِ ومُغْمَدا

مُجَرَّداً مِن جَفْنهِ ومُغْمَدا

And a slayer who wounds with the sword of his glance,

Wounded by the sword of her glance,

whether drawn from his eyelid or sheathed,

Bare of its sheath and eyelid,

خَافَ علَى خَدَّيْهِ مَن لحاظهِ

خَافَ علَى خَدَّيْهِ مَن لحاظهِ

فَباتَ في عِذارهِ مُزَرَّدا

فَباتَ في عِذارهِ مُزَرَّدا

feared for his cheeks from his own glances,

She who glanced at him feared for her cheeks

so spent the night armored in his cheek-down.

And spent the night wrapped in excuses