فوق اللثام من الهوانِم اعينٌ

قد كَهرَب الحسنُ البديعُ سوادَها

Behind the veil, a pair of eyes

Whose beauty made their blackness bright

والسِحر طلسَم بالذبولِ جفونها

وأدام في سَلبِ النُهى إِمدادَها

Magic has withered their dark lashes

And ceaseless tears their cheeks alight

تخذت سُوَيداء الحشى هَدَفاً لها

فغدَت مخيَلةُ الرجال مَهَادَها

They chose a pale complexion as their mark

And so men's hearts became their plight

حُرموا الوصالَ فأصبحوا قَتلَى لذا

حزنَت وكان الاكتحال حِدادَها

Denied their love, slain were those souls

In mourning, kohl her only rite