نَفسي الفِداء لفتّاكٍ لَواحظهُ

يَميتُني تارة فيها وَيُحييني

My soul I sacrifice for a charming one with glances

That at times kill me and at others bring me to life

بدر يُريك إِذا ما قامَ مُنتَهِضاً

غُصناً يَفوق عَلى الخطي بِاللين

Like the full moon that rises high

A branch supple beyond measure

اللَهُ أَنشَأَهُ مِن نوره بَشَراً

وَأَنشأ الخَلق مِن ماءٍ وَمِن طينِ

God created him from His Light as a mortal

And created mankind from water and clay