العَقلُ قَد ضَاع
إِذ مِسكُك غَزالي ضَاع
Reason has been lost,
As your musk, my gazelle, spread its fragrance.
وَالهَجرُ لي رَاع
وَالمَولى لِحُسنِك راع
And separation has frightened me,
And the Lord is your beauty’s guardian.
وَالصّبُّ قَد باع
نَفسه ما بَقى لَه باع
And the lovesick lover has sold
Himself; no strength remains to him.
وَالصّبُّ قَد طَاع
لَحظك وَهوَ لَه قَطّاع
And the lovesick lover has obeyed
Your glance, though it cuts him down.
Sol 6.1