كَيفَ الخَلاصُ وَذى اللِحاظ تَصول

وَالسَيف مِن جِفنَيكَ لي مَسلول

How can I find deliverance when your glances pierce

And swords from your eyelids are unsheathed against me

وَعَقارِب الاِصداغِ لِما أَن سَعت

أَيقَنتَ مِنها أَنَّني مَقتول

And scorpions in my temples, when they crawled

Assured me that I was destined to be killed

يا ظَبي هَل تَدنو لِيَسعَدَ ناظِري

بِلُقاكَ اِن يَكُ لِلِّقاءِ سَبيل

O gazelle, would you come near to gladden my eyes

By your presence, if a meeting were possible

لا تَخشَ مِن نَظرى عَلى خَدَّيكَ اِن

يُبدى جِراحاً وَالمِياهُ تَسيلُ

Do not fear my gaze upon your cheek, even if

It reveals wounds while the waters flow

شَهِدت عُيونَكَ في اِباحَة مَأتَمى

فَاِحكُم قِصاصا فَالشُهودُ عَدول

Your eyes witnessed the permissibility of my sorrow

So execute vengeance, for the witnesses are just