جَرى مَدمَعي وَاِعوَجَّ كالسَّيفِ مُصلتاً

عَلى الخدِّ وَاِشتَدَّت بِقَلبي لَظى الوَجدِ

My tears flowed and bent like a sword slashing

Across my cheek, while yearning's fire raged in my heart

وَذَلكَ سَيفُ اللّحظِ مِن طرفِ فاتِني

بِه ضَرَبَ الأَحشا وَأَصمى بِهِ كبدي

The glance of my beloved was the sword

That struck my soul and made my liver bleed

وَمِن نارِ أَحشائي تَسامى لِمُقلَتي

وَها هوَ مِنها قَد تَدَلَّى عَلى الخدِّ

From the fire in my gut ascended to my eyelids

And here it hangs, dripping down my cheek