هواىَ وعقلي فيك ضِدَّانِ لم يَزَلْ

عليكَ طوالَ الدهرِ بينَهما خُلْفُ

My passion and my reason are at odds about you,

And between them throughout time there has been dispute,

إذا ما نَهاني العقلُ فيك أعادَني

إليك هَوىً تَغْفو العيونُ ولا يَغْفو

If reason chides me for loving you, desire

Draws me back again, though eyes may slumber, it slumbers not,

كأنك مني قَوْسُ رامٍ مُصَمِّمٍ

تُقَرِّبها كَفٌّ وتُبْعِدها كف

As though you were a firmly strung and sturdy bow,

One hand draws near, the other pushes far away.