سَل فاتِنَةَ القَدّ فُؤادي حَلَّت

في العِشق دِماءٌ سُفِكَت هَل حَلَّت

Ask the enchantress of graceful form—she has settled in my heart.

In love, blood has been spilled—was it lawful?

أَقسَمتُ بِها ما عَقَدَت مِنطَقَةً

إِلّا وَمَرائِرَ اِصطِباري حَلَّت

I swear by her: never did she fasten a sash

without the hard-twisted cords of my endurance coming undone.