قد أنصف السقم من عينيكَ وانتصفا

فها هما يحكيان العاشقَ الدّنفا

Illness has been fair to your eyes, and they have taken revenge,

Now they tell of a tender lover,

يا ساحرَ الطرف قد أغريتَ بي كلَفآ

بَرحآ وصيرتني أستحسنُ الكلفا

O sorcerer of the eyelashes, you have made me suffer,

Innocently, and made me appreciate suffering,

أظُنّ خديكَ من جاري دمي اختَضبَا

لقد تناهيتَ في قتلي وقد ظَرُفا

I think your cheeks have been dyed by my blood,

You have gone too far in killing me, and have been unjust.