ليس أشكو غير خديه التي

قد حبت قلبي ناراً ما خبت

I complain of nothing but her cheek, which

Has set my heart on fire, unquenched;

وجفونٍ زانها عارضه

ما نبت أسيافها لما نبت

And eyelids that with their archery

Have not missed since they shot their arrows.