وَيحي قَتيلاً ما لَهُ مِنْ عَقلِ
مِن شادنٍ يهتزُّ مثلَ النَّصلِ
Woe is me—slain, with no reason left,
by a gazelle-youth who sways like a blade,
مُكحَّلٍ ما مسَّهُ من كُحلِ
لا تَعذُلاني إِنَّني في شُغلِ
kohl-eyed, though no kohl has touched him.
Do not reproach me, you two; I am utterly preoccupied.
يا صَاحِبَي رَحلي أَقِلَّا عَذْلي
O my two fellow travelers, ease your reproach of me.
Sol 5.6