وَحَقِّ القُدودِ الهيفِ والحَدقِ النُّجلِ

وما حَلَّلت تلكَ اللَّواحِظُ من قَتلي

By slender waists that inspire love and longing,

By the tears shed when the final moment comes,

وَحَقِّ خُدودٍ يُخجِلُ الرَّوضَ وَردُها

وَهدُبِ عُيونٍ هُنَّ أَمضى منَ النَّبلِ

By the cheeks that shame the rose garden with their bloom,

By the glances that pierce deeper than arrows.