حَذَارِ لِقَلْبِكَ مِنْ لَحْظِهَا

فَما فِيهِ مِنْ رَحْمَةٍ لِلْمُحِبِّ

Beware of her glance, my heart

It holds no mercy for lovers

أَلَمْ تَرَ فِي يَدِهَا خَاتَماً

بِهِ قَطْرَةُ الدَّمِ فِي شَكْلِ قَلْبِ

Don't you see on her hand a ring

With a blood red heart shaped stone