إِنَّ نَفسي مُطيعَةٌ لِهَواها

لَهِجَت بِالهَوى فَقَد أَشقاها

My soul obeys its passions

It is possessed by passion, so it is wretched

لِفَتاةٍ قَد جُوِّعَ الخَصرُ مِنها

أَكَلَ اللَحمَ وَالعِظامَ هَواها

For a girl whose waist is slim

Her passion consumes flesh and bone

أَتَّقي سُخطَها فِراراً مِن الهَج

رِ وَإِن أَذنَبَت طَلَبتُ رِضاها

I fear her anger, fleeing blame

If I err, I seek her favor

بِنتُ خِدرٍ تُخشى العُيونُ عَلَيها

أَكمَلَ اللَهُ خَلقَها إِذ بَراها

A Houri's daughter, eyes guard her

God perfected her creation when He formed her

أَينَ لا أَينَ مِثلُها إِنَّما يَحـ

ـسُنُ مِن فَضلِ حُسنِها مَن سَواها

Where, oh where is her equal? Only through

Her beauty's bounty can others compare