جَذَبَتْ حاجِبَها حتّى انْدَمَجْ

ورَمَتْني بِسِهامٍ مِن دَعَجْ

She drew her eyebrows together until they merged

And shot me with arrows from a quiver

غادَةٌ في وَجْهِها لي جَنَّةٌ

أجَّجتْ ما بينَ أضْلاعي وَهَجْ

A beauty in her face is heaven for me

Igniting what was between my ribs and confused me

أُفْرِغَ الدُّرُّ عَليها بَشراً

غيرَ شَعْرٍ وَلِحاظٍ من سَبجْ

Pearls were poured upon her as a human

Other than hair and garment of silk

تُظهرُ التِّيهَ وتُخفي مِقَةً

مَزَجتْ حُسناً بِسُوءٍ فامتزجْ

She shows confusion and hides torment

Mixing beauty with evil so they intermingled

ما دَعوها مُهْجَةً إِلّا لِما

قَدْ أراقَتْ مُقلتاها مِنْ مُهَجْ

None calls her passionate except for what

Her eyelashes have shed from passion