روحي فِداءُ عصابةٍ زَرقاءِ

لَمّت شُعورَ مَليحة حَسناءِ

My soul is the ransom of a blue-eyed band

That braided the hair of a pretty, beautiful one

ما زَيّنَتكِ وَإِنَّما زَيّنتِها

بِجوارها لجبينك الوضّاءِ

It did not adorn you, but adorned her

With its proximity to your bright forehead

وَدُنوّها مِن مُقلة مَكحولة

فَتّانةٍ فَتّاكةٍ حَوراءِ

And its nearness from an alluring eyelash

Of a charming, fatal, houri-like one

إِن الجمال إِذا تجمّع شَمله

فَالوَيل كُل الوَيل للشعراءِ

Indeed beauty, when it is brought together

Then woe, all woe, to the poets