بمقلة محبوبي دموعٌ تحيرت

بمقلة محبوبي دموعٌ تحيرت

دلالا على صب غدا وهو مغرم

دلالا على صب غدا وهو مغرم

In my beloved's eye, tears lingered bewildered,

With the eyelashes of my beloved, tears bewildered,

in coquetry toward a passionate lover who had grown love-stricken.

Showing love tomorrow though now besotted,

فشبهت عينيه سيوفاً وقد غدت

فشبهت عينيه سيوفاً وقد غدت

من التيه في أجفانها تتبسم

من التيه في أجفانها تتبسم

So I likened his eyes to swords, as they had come

His eyes I compared to swords that became

to smile in their sheaths out of haughty pride.

From confusion in their lids, smiling