وظبي من الأتراك يبخل بالوفا

ألم تر عينيه بذاك تضيق

My gazelle of the Turks is stingy with loyalty

Don't you see how his eyes narrow at that

بخديه ورد ذو بياضٍ وحمرةٌ

حمى ما عليه للعذار طريق

On his cheek a rose of whiteness and redness

Passion has no way to him, the chaste one