تَشُحُّ بِوَصْلِها ذَاتُ الوِشاحِ

عَلَى شادٍ بِها وَقْعُ الجِراحِ

She adorns herself with the garment of union

Yet it wounds the one enamored with her

وَتَبْخَلُ مِنْ أزاهِر وَجْنَتَيْها

بِشَمّ الوَرد أَو لَثْم الأقاحي

She is stingy with the flowers of her gardens

With their fragrant roses and sweet blossoms

وَقَد مَلَكَتْ لَواحِظُها فُؤادِي

فَبَرْحُ هَوَاي لَيْسَ إلَى بَرَاحِ

She has captured my heart with her glances

So my passion finds no relief or respite