1. إنَّ التي سكنت ضميري

    في حُسنها سَلَبت شعوري

    Indeed, she who dwells within my heart

    has, with her beauty, robbed me of my senses—

  2. برشاقة الغُصنِ الرطيبِ

    ولفتة الظبي الغريرِ

    with the tender bough’s lithe grace

    and a young gazelle’s turn of the head.

  3. قد أرهفت من لحظها

    سيفاً ضريبتُهُ ضميري

    From her glances she has honed

    a sword whose victim is my heart.

  4. قسماً بعامل قدّها الخطَّ

    ارِ يخطرُ بالحريرِ

    By the spear-shaft of her swaying form, I swear,

    as she moves proudly in silk:

  5. ما أسكرتني خمرةٌ

    لولاكِ يا عينَ المديرِ

    No wine could ever have intoxicated me

    but for you, O eye of the cupbearer.