رَمَتْنِي فَأَدْمَتْ بِأَلْحَاظِهَا

وَمَا كُنْتُ بِالبَادِيءِ الآثِمِ

She glanced at me, so I was wounded by her gaze

Yet I was not the first offender in this case

وَهَذَا فُؤَادِي عَلَى جَفْنِهَا

غَرِيمٌ تَعَلَّقَ بِالغَارِمِ

And here is my heart, still clinging to her eyes

A victim, hanging on to one who tyrannizes