غزالُ فؤادي إليه صبا

وهش ولولاه لم يهشش

My heart's gazelle went to him when it was young

And became infatuated, without which it would not have been so

أجل نظراً في نقا خده

وفي خدي الأصفر الأنمش

Just gazing at the softness of his cheek

And mine, the yellowish, freckled one

تجد صحن خديه تفاحة

وخدي من أجله مشمشي

You find his cheek looks like an apple

While mine because of him became sunburnt