1. وبي ضامر الكشحين يمشي فتنثني

    معاطفه ليناً كزانَةِ رامح

    And I am smitten with one slender of waist, whose walk sets swaying

    his sides, supple as a spearman’s lance.

  2. يَريشُ بجفنْيَه سهامَيْ لحاظِه

    ويرمي بقوسَيْ حاجبيه جَوانحي

    With his eyelids he feathers the twin arrows of his gaze,

    and with his eyebrows’ twin bows he shoots at my breast.

  3. فَهل يرتجي قلبي وصالاً دُوينه

    عيون تكنّى في الوغى بالجوارح

    Can my heart, then, hope for union, when in its way stand

    eyes known in battle as ‘the wounders’?