1. يا عَقْرَبَ الصدغِ المعنبرِ طيبها

    قلبي لَسَبْتِ فأين مَنْ يرقيكِ

    O scorpion of the temple, whose fragrance is perfumed with ambergris,

    You have stung my heart; where, then, is one to charm you?

  2. وحلَلتِ في القَمَر المنيرِ فكيف ذا

    وحلولُهُ أبداً أراهُ فيكِ

    And you have settled in the shining moon—how can that be,

    When I always see it dwelling in you?

  3. لا تحسبيني أشْتَكي لِعَواذلي

    آلامَ قلبي منكِ لا وأبيكِ

    Do not think I complain to my reproachers

    Of the pains you cause my heart—no, by your father!