أَفديهِ مِن رشإٍ تَعنو لِسَطوَتِهِ

اسد العَرين وَتَخشى سحر عَينيهِ

I ransom him from the evil that yearns for his power

Lion of the lair, he fears the spell of my eyes

وَلا مدامة إِلّا مِن مَراشِفِهِ

كلّا وَلا الوَرد إِلّا وَرد خَديهِ

And no red rose but from his cheeks

Never the red rose but his rosy cheek

أَحببت مِن أَجلِهِ مَن كانَ يَشبَهَهُ

حَتّى حَكيت بِجِسمي سقم جفنيهِ

For his sake I've loved those who resembled him

Until my body mimicked the sickness of his lids