طَرِبَ الفُؤادُ فَهاجَ لي دَدَني

لَمّا حَدَونَ ثَوانِيَ الظُعنِ

My heart was disturbed, so it raged against me

When the cheek's beauty aimed its arrows at me.

وَالعيسُ أَنّى هِي تُوَجِّهُهُ

شَأَماً وَهُنَّ سَواكِنُ اليَمَنِ

And where might the fawn head to

Except to Yemen's most verdant valleys?

ثُمَّ اِندَفَعنَ بِبَطنِ ذي عُبَبٍ

وَنَكَأنَ قَرحَ فُؤادي الضَمِنِ

Then it struck with a sand-grouse's belly

And tore open the wounds deep in my heart.