تعبدني أحورُ الناظرِ
فويلاهُ من طرفهِ الساحرِ
The gazes of the beautiful worship me,
Woe to him whose charming glance,
وأورثني فترةً في العِظا
مِ من طرفهِ الفاتِنِ الفاتِرِ
Has caused me periods of passion,
From his languid and charming glance,
يرى مشرقُ الشمسِ في وجههِ
على غصنٍ ناعمٍ ناضرِ
The rising sun sees its image in his face,
On a delicate, fresh branch,
فيا حُسنَ أولهِ إن بدا
لعيني ويا لذةَ الآخِرِ
Oh, the beauty of his first appearance to my eyes,
And oh, the pleasure of the final glance!