قلبيmy heart نهبprey اللحظthe glance منهfrom him علىdespite
قلبي نهب اللحظ منه على
أنthat الوغىbattle عنديto me أمرa matter يهونis easy
أن الوغى عندي أمر يهون
My heart is prey to his glance, although
My heart was plundered of the moment by
Battle is a trifling matter to me.
The tumult that to me seems trivial
فياso, oh لقلبٍfor a heart لاnot يهابُfears الظباthe blades
فيا لقلبٍ لا يهابُ الظبا
مرهفةَsharpened الحدthe edge ويخشىand fears الجفونthe eyelids
مرهفةَ الحد ويخشى الجفون
So, what a heart—it does not fear blades,
Oh, for a heart that fears not the young lion
Keen-edged, yet it fears eyelids!
Keen of claw, but dreads the eyelids' veil