ألا يا غَزالاً قاتلي سَهمُ لَحظه

رَمى فَأَصاب القَلب منّي تَعمّدا

Ah, gazelle—the arrow of whose glance is my slayer,

He shot and struck my heart deliberately.

أَبحت دَمي لِلأَعيُن الزُرق في الهَوى

فَفي أَيّ ذَنب كانَ حَظّيَ أَسوَدا

You made it lawful for blue eyes to shed my blood in love;

Then for what sin was my fortune black?