لعبت بعاشقها يد الوسواسِ

لعب النسيم بشعلة النبراسِ

The hand of obsession played with her lovers

The breeze played with the flame of the torch

شاميةٌ وافت بقدٍّ ليِّنٍ

لكنها ولّت بقلبٍ قاسِ

A Damascene girl with a soft stature

But she turned away with a harsh heart

لله قلبي ما أشدّ خفوقه

عند اهتزاز قوامها المياسِ

My heart, how severely it pounds

When her slender figure sways

فكأن قامتها تلغراف الهوى

وكأن قلبي صفحة القرطاسِ

As if her figure were the telegraph of love

And my heart the page of parchment