سَبَت قَلبي المَلِيحَةُ بِنتُ فَارَا

ففاض الدَمعُ مِن عَيني وفَارَا

The beautiful maiden, daughter of Fara, captivated my heart

So tears overflowed from my eyes in torrents

فَجِئتُ الدَّارَ مُختَفِياً فَلَّمَا

رَأت شَغفي بِها نَفَرَت نِفَارا

I went to her house stealthily but when

She saw my passion for her, she recoiled in disgust

فَأمسَكَت الإِزَارَ يَدِى فَقَالَت

ألَم تَكُ وَيك مُختَشِياً صَفَارَا

I held the hem of her gown and she said

Were you not ashamed, miserable coward, to come