1. لَعَمري لَقَد غالَبتُ نَفسي عَلى الهَوى

    لِتَسلى فَكانَت شَهوَةُ النَفسِ أَغلَبا

    By my life, I wrestled with my soul over love,

    That it might forget—but the soul’s desire proved stronger.