وتنالُ مِنْكَ بِحَدّ مُقْلَتِها

ما لا يَنالُ بِحَدِّهِ النَّصْلُ

She wounds you with her glances as no swords can wound;

Her beauty occupies all who have eyes to see;

شَغَلَتْكَ وهْيَ لِكُلِّ ذي بَصَرٍ

لاقى مَحاسِنَ وَجْهِها شُغْلُ

Her heart is wise, keeping her from those in love;

Yet her eyes are ignorant, full of coquetry.

فَلِقَلْبِها حِلْمٌ يُباعِدُها

عن ذي الهَوى وَلِطَرْفِها جَهْلُ

When you look on her beauty every glance means death;

Her face is a moon, her eyes are kohl;

وإذا نَظَرْتَ إلى مَحاسِنها

فَلِكُلِّ مَوْضِعِ نَظْرَةٍ قَتْلُ

For in her face is a moon, and in her eyes is kohl.

ولِوَجْهها مِنْ وَجْهِها قَمَرٌ

ولِعَيْنِها مِنْ عَيْنِها كُحْلُ