وَا لَوْعَةَ الْقَلْبِ مِنْ غِزْلانِ أَخْبِيَةٍ

تَكَادُ تَسْكَرُ مِنْ أَحْدَاقِهَا الرَّاحُ

Oh, the heart's agony from the gazelles of hidden vales

The breeze grows drunk from their glances

مِنْ كُلِّ مَائِسَةٍ كَالْغُصْنِ قَدْ جَمَعَتْ

بَدَائِعَاً كُلُّها لِلْحُسْنِ أَوْضَاحُ

From every banquet like a branch she has gathered

Marvels, all of them manifest in beauty

فَالْعَيْنُ نَرْجِسَةٌ والشَّعْرُ سَوْسَنَةٌ

والنَّهْدُ رُمَّانَةٌ والْخَدُّ تُفَّاحُ

So the eye is a narcissus and the hair hyacinth

And the breast a pomegranate and the cheek an apple