حَوى لَحظهُ لِلقتلِ سحراً وَصارماً

وَسَهمَ جُفونٍ وَهوَ يُردي بِجورهِ

A moment's glance held magic for slaughter and sword

And an arrow from eyelids as they wreaked havoc

فَقُلت قُتِلتم يا ذَوي العِشقِ وَالهَوى

وَمَن لَم يَمُت بِالسّيفِ ماتَ بِغَيرهِ

I said, "You lovers and the smitten are killed"

Whoever dies not by the sword, dies by another means