سُمِّيتَ سَيفا وَفي عَينَيكَ سَيفانِ

هَذا لِقَتليَ مَسلولٌ وَهَذانِ

You are named sword, yet in your eyes two swords I see

One is loose to slay me, the other two restrain

أَما كَفَت قَتلَةٌ بِالسَيف واحِدَةٌ

حَتّى أُتيحَ مِنَ الأَجفانِ ثِنتانِ

Is not one sword enough for killing blows?

That two should be allowed to cause me pain?

أَسَرتُهُ وَثَناني غُنجُ مُقلَتِهِ

أَسيرَهُ فَكلانا آسرٌ عانِ

I'm captive to you, while both your lashes hold me fast

My captor and captive both in sorrow's chain

يا سَيفُ أَمسِك بِمَعروفٍ أَسيرَ هَوى

لا يَبتَغي مِنكَ تَسريحا بِاحسان

O sword that holds dear one captive in its grasp

Release him gently, if you wish him free again