يا حُسنَ شامَتِها بِوَجنَتِها الّتي

بِالشّمسِ تُزري وَقتَ إِشراقِ

Oh beauty, her cheek is radiant

With the sun shining at dawn

فَسَأَلتها بِتَلَطُّفٍ ما هَذِهِ

قالَت سَوادُ عُيونِ عُشّاقي

So I asked her gently, what is this?

She said, “The darkness of my lovers' eyes"