كيفَ الخَلاصُ لقلبي من يَديْ قَمَرٍ

أَسيرُ ناظِرِهِ بالوَجدِ مَغلُولُ

How can my heart find deliverance from a moon's hand

Its watcher held captive, bound by passion?

جُرحي لديهِ جُبارٌ لا قِصاصَ له

في حكمِه ودمي في الحبِّ مطلُولُ

My wound under his command has no redress

His rule makes my blood free to love's spilling