أيا ويحَ نفسي وويلَ أُمِّها

لما لقيَتْ من جوَى همَّها

Oh poor soul and woe to its mother

For what it suffered from its passionate love,

فديتُ التي قَتلتْ مُهْجتي

ولم تَتَّقِ اللّهَ في ذَمِّها

I would sacrifice myself for she who killed my passion,

And did not fear God in blaming her,

أغُضُّ الجفونَ إذا ما بَدَتْ

وأكنّي إذا قيل لي سَمِّها

I lower my eyelids when she appears,

And cover up when asked about her,

أُداري العيونَ وأخشَى الرقيبَ

وأرصُدُ غَفْلةَ قيِّمها

I avoid looking and fear the watcher,

And await a moment of absent guardians,

سَبَتْني بجيدٍ وخدٍّ ونحرٍ

غداةَ رمَتْني بأسهُمِها

She captivated me with neck and cheek and breast,

When at dawn she shot me with her arrows,