تَحْمَرُّ وجْنَتَه مَهْما مَرَرْتُ بهِ

ويَسْتَحِيلُ دَمي أيضاً مِنَ النَّظر

Her cheeks blush red whenever I pass by

And my blood turns to flame from the sight

حَتَّى كأنَّ الدَّمَ المفقودَ من جَسَدِي

هوَ الَّذي قد بَدا في خَدِّهِ النَّضِرِ

As if the blood lost from my body

Is what now glows on her cheek's delight