بَلْبلَتْ مُقْلتُهُ عَقلي وَقَدْ

سَحَرَتْهُ فَأَرَتْني بَابِلا

His glances have enchanted my mind, and so

She has shown me like one gone mad;

طَرْفُهُ والقَدُّ كادا مُهجَةً

وَافَقَ النَّاظِرُ فيها القابِلا

His languid eye and delicate form have pierced

My heart, till it encountered the awaiting wound.