1. لِلَّهِ كَواعِبٌ خضبنَ الكفّا

    آثارُ دَمٍ صببنَه لا تَخفى

    How wondrous the budding-breasted maidens who dyed their palms!

    The traces of blood they spilled are plain to see.

  2. قَلبي بِيَدَيهِنَّ حَبيسٌ أَبَدا

    أَضحى كَسِوارِها عَلَيها وَقفا

    My heart is forever captive in their hands.

    Like her bracelet, it has become hers in perpetuity.