رَماني بِسَهمِ اللّحظِ مِن هدبِ جَفنِهِ

فَرُحت قَتيلَ السّهمِ مِن ذَلك الهدبِ

He shot me with the arrow of his glance from the bow of his eyelids

So I was delighted to be the victim of that arrow from that bow

وَلَم أَرَهُ لِلقَلبِ فاتَ وَإِنّما

سَمِعتُ بِأُذني رَنَّةَ السّهمِ في قَلبي

And I did not see it pierce my heart, it only grazed me

But I heard with my ears the twang of the arrow in my heart