فَتَنَتْني بدَلِّها

ظَبْيَةٌ لم تَحَرّجِ

She enthralled me with her gown,

A gazelle, unabashed,

أَقْبَلَتْ ثُمَّ عَرْجَتْ

لَيْتَهَا لم تُعَرّجِ

She strode nearer, then pranced away—

Would she had not turned aside!

ثم جاءَتْ لِمَأْتَمَ

آهِ مِنْ ذلِكَ المَجِي

Then she came to a gathering;

Ah, that fateful union!

في حدادٍ كَأَنَّما

وردةٌ في بَنَفْسَجِ

In mourning clothes, as though

A rose amid violets.