نُجلُ العُيونِ قَواصِدُ النَبلِ

قَتَلنَنا بِعُيونِها النُجلِ

The stars of beauty, arrows of fate,

Their eyes have slain us, such is our state.

كَحَلَ الجَمالُ جُفونَ أَعيُنِها

تَفتَرُ عَن كَحَلٍ بِلا كُحلِ

Kohl adorns their eyes in dark perfection,

No need for makeup, their beauty's distraction.

وَكَأَنَّهُنَّ إِذا أَرَدنَ خُطىً

يَقلَعنَ أَرجُلَهُنَّ مِن وَحلِ

When walking their gait appears as though,

Their feet release from deep mud below.