1. يا حسن ظبي غريرٍ

    تلفت لما تلفت

    O, the beauty of a guileless gazelle!

    I perished when he turned to look.

  2. ذي وجنةٍ عند لثمي

    شفت سقامي وشفت

    With a cheek that, at my kiss,

    Healed my sickness and grew translucent.