أَلاَ مَا لِذَاكَ الظَّبْيِ صَيَّرَ مُهْجَتِي

دَرِيئَةَ عَيْنَيْهِ وَلَمْ يَتَرَقَّقِ

Alas! Why has that gazelle made my affections

Ah, what is it with that gazelle, that he made my lifeblood

Stream down my eyes, though he is not softened?

A target for his eyes, and showed no tenderness?

وَمَا كُنْتُ مِمَّنْ يَدْخُلُ الْعِشْقُ قَلْبَهُ

وَلَكِنَّ مَنْ يُبْصِرْ جُفُونَهُ يَعْشَقِ

I was not one whose heart is entered by love,

And I was never one whose heart love could ever enter,

But he who sees his eyelids loves him.

But whoever beholds his eyelids falls in love.

رَمَانِي فَأَصْمَانِي فَسَحَّتْ هَوَاطِلاً

دُمُوعِي فَأَذْكَتْ لَوْعَتِي وَتَحَرُّقِي

He rejected me, so I became deaf. My tears flowed copiously,

He shot me and struck me fatally, so down poured in torrents

Igniting my agony and burning passion.

My tears, which only kindled my anguish and my burning.