سِهامُ جُفونِه أعْرضْنَ عنِّي

سِهامُ جُفونِه أعْرضْنَ عنِّي

فأسْرعَ فَتْكُها ونَما جَواهَا

فأسْرعَ فَتْكُها ونَما جَواهَا

The arrows of his eyelids turned away from me;

The arrows of his eyelids turned away from me

So their killing quickened, and the anguish they caused grew.

So their slaughter was swift and their ardour grew

فيالَكِ أسْهُما تُصْمِى الرَّمايَا

فيالَكِ أسْهُما تُصْمِى الرَّمايَا

إذا قصَدتْ إلى شيءٍ سِواهَا

إذا قصَدتْ إلى شيءٍ سِواهَا

And ah, what arrows you are, striking targets dead

Oh if only arrows made archers deaf

When aimed at something other than them!

Whenever they aimed at anything but the target