بُلِيْتُ بِحُبٍّ نَاسِكَةٍ

تَشُوبُ بِنُسْكِهَا مَرَحَا

I suffer from love of a devout woman

Whose devotion taints her cheerfulness

وَقَدْ جَعَلَتْ لِتُوئِسَني

مَكَانَ سِوَارِهَا سُبَحَا

She has set in place of her bracelet

Prayer beads to make me despair

تَظَلُّ إِذا ذُكِرَتُ لَها

لِتُكَذِبَ قَوْلَ مَنْ نَصَحَا

When she is spoken of, she pretends

To deny the words of any advisor

تَعَضُّ عَلَىَّ بِالإغْرِي

ضِ مِنْ أَطْرافِها البَلَحَا

She frowns at me with the frowning

Of her cheeks overgrown with moles