عِذارُ حِبّي أَرى مِن حُسنِهِ

أَهلَ الهَوى أَكثَروا مِن حَمدِهِ

The torment of my love, I see from his beauty

Those enthralled with passion have excessively praised him

يا لَيتَني كُنتُه في وَجهِهِ

يا لَيتَني شَعرةً في خدِّهِ

Oh, if only I were a mole on his cheek

Oh, if only I were a hair on his face