كَمْ شببتْ لي فتاةٌ

مِنْ وجهها الصبحُ يُسفرْ

How a maiden has enchanted me

The morn dawns from her face

ولو ملكْتُ قيادي

فارقْتُها وَهْيَ تصفرْ

And if I had my reins

I'd part from her as she pales