يا ناثراً دُرَّ عينِي بلْ عقيقَ دمِي

يا ناثراً دُرَّ عينِي بلْ عقيقَ دمِي

ما بالُ طرْفك دونِي صحَّ بالسَّقمِ

ما بالُ طرْفك دونِي صحَّ بالسَّقمِ

O you who scatter the pearls of my eye—nay, the carnelian of my blood!

O you who scatters the pearls of my tears—nay, the carnelian of my blood,

Why has your gaze, unlike me, grown sound through sickness?

Why is your glance, regarding me, so sound in its languid sickness?

وما لِتُفَّاحَتَيْ خدّيكَ أيْنعَتا

وما لِتُفَّاحَتَيْ خدّيكَ أيْنعَتا

فأفْطَرَتْ منهما عيْنِي وصام فَمِي

فأفْطَرَتْ منهما عيْنِي وصام فَمِي

And why have the two apples of your cheeks ripened,

And what of the twin apples of your cheeks that have ripened so,

so my eye broke its fast on them while my mouth fasted?

That my eye broke its fast upon them, while my mouth remained fasting?