ما لِلحَواسد بِحُب الظبي تهذي بي

وَالعشق يا ناس ما قصر بتَهذيبي

What ails the enviers with my love for the gazelle that fascinates me

And love, O people, is no fault to refine me

يا ظبيُ رفقاً بِحالي زاد تَغليبي

عَيني تُشاهد جَمالك وَأَنتَ لي مانع

O gazelle gently with my state increased my affliction

My eye beholds your beauty yet you're a barrier to me

الما حَدا ناظِري وَالنار تَغلي بي

Pain has afflicted my sight and the fire burns within me