خَرَجتُ غَداةَ النَفرِ أَعتَرِضُ الدُمى

فَلَم أَرَ أَحلى مِنكِ في العَينِ وَالقَلبِ

I went out one morning to cross the sand dunes

But I saw no one sweeter than you in my eyes or heart

فَوَاللَهِ ما أَدري أَحُسناً رُزِقتَهُ

أَمِ الحُبُّ أَعمى كَالَّذي قيلَ في الحُبِّ

By God, I don't know if you were granted beauty

Or if love blinded me, as they say love blinds