قَد فاحَ مِنها أَريجُ المِسكِ لِلناشِق

وَفوَّقَت عَينُها سَهماً لَنا راشِق

The scent of musk is exhaled from her

And her eye has shot an arrow at us, a piercer

يا وَيحَ صَبٍّ بعيدِ المُلتَقى عاشِق

كَأَنّما قَلبُه في مِخلَبِ الباشِق

Oh, woe to a loved one whose meeting place is far, a lover

As if his heart is in the claw of an eagle