غَنى على العودِ شَادٍ سهمُ ناظرهِ

أَمسى به قَلبىَ المُضْنى على خَطَرِ

The glance of Shadi singing to the lute

Brought my afflicted heart into danger's way

دنا الىَّ وجستْ كفه وتراً

فَراحت الروحُ بين السهمِ والوترِ

He drew near and his fingers brushed a string

Then my soul escaped between the dart and chord