يُكَلِّمُها طَرفي فَتومي بِطَرفِها

فَتُخبِرُ عَمّا في الضَميرِ مِنَ الوَجدِ

My glance speaks to her glance, which hints with its glance,

Informing me of the passion hidden in her heart.

فَإِن نَظَرَ الواشونَ صَدَّت وَأَعرَضَت

وَإِن غَفَلوا قالَت أَلَستَ عَلى العَهدِ

If spies look on, she turns aside in disdain,

But if neglected, she says "Do you not recall your vow?"