مِنَ الظِباءِ ظِباءٌ هَمُّها السُخُبُ

تَرعى القُلوبَ وَفي قَلبي لَها عُشُبُ

Among the gazelles is a gazelle, whose only concern is the morning dew,

She grazes on hearts, and in my heart for her there is pasture,

أَفدي الظِباءَ اللَواتي لا قُرونَ لَها

وَحَليُها الدُرُّ وَالياقوتُ وَالذَهَبُ

I would sacrifice myself for the hornless gazelles,

Whose adornment is pearls, rubies and gold,

يا حُسنَ ما سَرَقَت عَيني وَما اِنتَهَبَت

وَالعَينُ تَسرِقُ أَحياناً وَتَنتَهِبُ

O beauty, how my eyes have stolen from me and plundered!

Eyes sometimes steal and plunder,

فَتِلكَ مِن حُسنِ عَينَيها وَهَبتُ لَها

قَلبي لَو قَبِلَت مِنّي الَّذي أَهَبُ

So that stealing of her beautiful eyes I have given to her,

My heart, if only she would accept from me what I gift,

وَما أُريدُهُما إِلّا لِرُؤيَتِها

فَإِن تَأَبَّت فَما لي فيهِما أَرَبُ

I want them for nothing but to see her,

And if she refuses, I have no interest in them,

إِذا يَدٌ سَرَقَت فَالحَدُّ يَقطَعُها

وَالحَدُّ في سِرقَةِ العَينَينِ لا يَجِبُ

When a hand steals, it is cut off,

But for the theft of eyes, no punishment applies.