فأَرعى تَحتَ حاشِيَةِ الدَياجي

شَقائِقَ وَجنَةٍ سُقِيَت مُداما

I graze beneath the skirt of darkness

Poppies and a garden watered with wine

إِذا كَرَّت لَواحِظُ مُقلَتَيهِ

حَسِبتَ قُلوبَنا مُطِرَت سِهاما

When she flutters her glancing eyes

You'd think our hearts were struck by arrows

وَإِن مالَت بِعَطفَيهِ شَمولٌ

سَقانا مِن شَمائِلِهِ سِقاما

If she leans towards me with her shoulder

Her attributes rain sickness upon us