1. بَثَّ بَثِّي شَجَنِي

    فَنَبَتْ بِي بُِغْيَتِي

    My deep sorrow has broadcast my grief,

    And thus my desire has eluded me,

  2. زَجَّ بِي فِي فِتَنٍ

    جَفْنُ ظَبْيٍ خَيْبَتِي

    It plunged me into temptations,

    A gazelle's eyelid—my bitter disappointment.