1. My friend, here is my attempt at translating this beautiful Arabic poem into English:
My soul is a sacrifice for a charming, alluring girl

2. Whose glances alighted on the heart of the colonel with two fluttering eyes
She unleashed them from two gazing eyes conspiring

3. To destroy me, along with frowning, bent eyebrows
She comes to temples not to fulfill a ritual

4. But to kill a bishop or two bishops
If she tried to count those who died of her beauty

5. It would be an undertaking, so she employed all the pulsating ones
And she used the orbits as manuscripts unfolding

6. And made your ink all the water of the two rivers
Or else you would have wasted all your life