هَذا فُؤادي أَحصدته الأَسهم

مَن ذا يَرى تِلكَ الجُفون وَيَسلَمُ

This is my heart, pierced by arrows,

This is my heart, harvested by arrows; who could behold those eyelids and remain unscathed?

Who can see those eyelids and stay sane?

O radiant brow, in whose favor Beauty ruled against the morning sun—and judged rightly in its decree,

يا غُرَّةً حكم الجَمالُ لَها عَلى

شَمس الضُحى وَأَصابَ فيما يَحكمُ

O you whose beauty outshines

Her neck and glances mimic the young wild gazelles, though she stands far above the creature world,

The radiant dawn, rightly so it seems.

It is as if her stature and the melody of her voice were a bough upon which a nightingale sings,

يَحكي الجَآذِرَ جيدُها وَلِحاظها

هَيهات دونَ العالم المُتَعلِّمُ

Your graceful neck and glance, so they say,

The carefree soul becomes a lover when he sees her, for love is awakened by languid, dreamy eyes.

Are beyond what scholars can convey.

وَكأنَّ قامَتَها وَنَغمة لَفظها

غُصنٌ عَلَيهِ بُلبل يَتَرَنَّمُ

Your stature and voice, it does seem,

Are like a branch where a nightingale sings.

يُضحي الخَلِيُّ إِذا رَآها عاشِقاً

وَالعِشق توقِظُه اللِحاظ النُوَّمُ

When seen, even ascetics become enamored,

And sleepy eyes by your glance awaken.