أَكُلُّ شعرِكَ يبغي

ميلي إلى الحبِّ مكرَهْ

I yearn to devour your hair

My leaning toward love is compelled

هوِّنْ عليكَ فروحي

جاءَتْ تُقاد بشَعْرَهْ

Go easy on me, for my soul

Came led by its hair