عَلِقَ الفُؤَادُ بِظَبْيَةٍ عَجَّانةٍ

ما كُنْتُ يَوْماً آمِناً مِنْ هَجْرِها

My heart is captivated by a lively gazelle

Never secure am I from her abandonment

عَجَنَتْ فُؤَادِي بِالغَرامِ فَماؤُهَا

مِنْ أَدْمُعي وَدَقِيقُها مِنْ خَصْرِهَا

She kneaded my heart with passion, her water

Is of my tears and her flour from her waist