يا قاتل الله عيني كم أضنّ بها

وليسَ ترضى سوى قتلي وإهلاكي

O killer of my eyes, how much do they grieve over you

And will not be pleased except with my murder and destruction

يا عينُ ما كان ظني فيك أن ترَدي

بمهجتي بينَ سفّاحٍ وسَقّاك

O eye, I did not expect you to cast

My heart between a butcher and water-drawer

غَررْتِ يا عين قلبي بالغرام وما

قد كان أغناهُ عن هذا وأغناك

You have fooled, O eye, my heart with love yet

It had no need of this, nor you

كلّفتهِ حمل أعباء الهوى فغدا

صبَّاً وما كان يدْري الحُب لولاكِ

You burdened it with the loads of passion so it became

Pouring down and it would not have known love had it not been for you