وَفَتاك اللَواحظ عَسكريٌّ

تَملكني وَلَيسَ لَهُ وَلاءُ

Your alluring glances are like an army

That conquers me yet owes no allegiance

أَروم وَصالَهُ فَإِذا إِلتَقَينا

يمانعني وَيَمنَعهُ الحَياءُ

I yearn for our union, but when we meet

Modesty keeps us apart, though it's against my wishes