وصهباءَ رقَّتْ فاسترقَّتْ عُقُولَنا

عَلَى أَنَّها قد أَعْتَقَتْنَا مِنَ الهمِّ

The fair one was gentle, so she stole our minds,

As though she had freed us from care;

إِذا مُزِجَت كَانَ المزَاجُ فِدىً لها

ولو أَن ذاك المزْجَ أَخْفَى مِنَ الوَهْمِ

When she mixed with us her mixture was a ransom for her,

And even if that mixing were less than a phantom's fancy.