رُبَّ سوداء مقلةٍ هيجتْ لي

داءَ وجدٍ أعظم بهِ من داء

Many a dark-eyed damsel has stirred in me

A passion more tormenting than any disease;

ليتَ رمَّانَ صدرِها كان يجنى

فهو بعضُ الدَّوا من السوْدَاء

Would that her archer's breast were ready prey

To release me from some of my heart's unease.