لك يا مليحة مقلةٌ مع حاجبٍ

لك يا مليحة مقلةٌ مع حاجبٍ

للسهمِ عن قوس لقلبي يرشق

للسهمِ عن قوس لقلبي يرشق

You, lovely one, have an eye with a brow,

For you, O beautiful one, are an eyelash against an eyebrow

Shooting an arrow from a bow at my heart.

Like an arrow from a bow piercing my heart

وحبال شعرٍ قد شقيت بحبها

وحبال شعرٍ قد شقيت بحبها

إن الشقيَّ بكلِّ حبلٍ يخنق

إن الشقيَّ بكلِّ حبلٍ يخنق

And ropes of hair—I have grown wretched for love of them;

And ropes of hair that have brought me misery in loving

Indeed, the wretched one is strangled by every rope.

Truly the miserable one is strangled by every rope