أَلْقَى الجَمَالُ عَلَيْكَ آيَةَ سِحْرِهِ

فَغَدَوْتَ مَا شَاءَ الجَمَالُ حَبِيبا

Beauty cast its magical spell upon you

And you became whatever beauty wished, beloved.

حَتَّى الهُمُومُ سَمَتْ إِلَيْكَ بِوُدِّهَا

مَنْ كَانَ يَحْسَبُ لِلْهُمُومِ قُلُوبا

Even sorrows inclined to you with affection -

Who would have thought that sorrows had hearts?