أقول لظبي ساحر الطرف قد غدا

يروّح لي مهلا فدت حسنك الروح

I say to the enchanting doe-eyed one, come now

and give me relief, I would ransom your beauty with my soul

فإن بقلي من غرامك جمرةٌ

تزيد اشتعالاً كلما جأت الريح

For in my heart there is from your love an ember

That grows hotter whenever the wind blows