ربَّ رامٍ عن مثل حاجبه

ربَّ رامٍ عن مثل حاجبه

بمثل ألحاظه لمغرمهِ

بمثل ألحاظه لمغرمهِ

Many an archer shoots from a bow like his eyebrow,

The lover aimed with eyes like his beloved's brow

With arrows like his glances, at the one enamored of him.

At me, though he called another's name, more fair;

سمَّى بغيري مفوِّقاً ودمي

سمَّى بغيري مفوِّقاً ودمي

فرحت وحدي صريع أسهمه

فرحت وحدي صريع أسهمه

He named another as he nocked his arrow—and my blood [was shed];

Then was I glad when only I was struck down by his arrows.

So I alone lay slain by his arrows.