عَلى خصرِهِ والرِّدفِ قد ماجَ شعرُهُ

فَأَوقعَ قَلبي في الطَّويلِ العريضِ

His long hair falling on his waist,

Has captured my heart, flung into deep longing.

فَيا طَرفَهُ يَرمي السِّهامَ بِمُهجَتي

وَيجهدُ فيهِ النَّفسَ دونَ غموضِ

Those eyes, shooting arrows into my soul,

Exhausting my spirit, clouding my mind.

تَرفَّقْ بِقَلبي ثمَّ نَفسكَ إِنَّهُ

ضَعيفٌ وَما إِن أَنتَ غير مَريضِ

Have mercy upon my heart, and yourself -

It's frail, and you're not entirely well.