رَمَيْتُ فَلَمْ أُصِبْ وَرَمَتْ فَأَصْمَتْ

فَيَا عَجَبَاً لِسَهْمٍ لا يَطِيشُ

I shot but missed, she shot and hit

So strange that my arrow goes astray

حَواجِبُهَا الْقِسِيُّ وَلَحْظَتَاها

بِهَا سَهْمَانِ وَالأَهْدَابُ رِيشُ

Her eyebrows’ frown and glance, I admit

Are arrows - her lashes the feathers’ play