وَعُيُونٍ أَمْرَضْنَ جِسْمِي وَأَضْ

وَعُيُونٍ أَمْرَضْنَ جِسْمِي وَأَضْ

رَمْنَ بِقَلْبِي لَوَاعِجَ البَلْبَالِ

رَمْنَ بِقَلْبِي لَوَاعِجَ البَلْبَالِ

By eyes that sickened my body and kindled

And eyes that made my body sick and vexed

the searing pangs of anguish in my heart,

My heart with yearning like the nightingales' complaint,

وَخُدودٍ مِثْل الرّياضِ زَوَاهٍ

وَخُدودٍ مِثْل الرّياضِ زَوَاهٍ

مَا لأَيَّامِ حُسْنِهَا مِنْ زَوَالِ

مَا لأَيَّامِ حُسْنِهَا مِنْ زَوَالِ

and by cheeks like gardens in bloom,

And cheeks like gardens, blossom-filled, well-kept -

whose days of beauty know no end:

Their days of beauty have no taint

لَمْ أَكُنْ مِنْ جُنَاتِهَا عَلِمَ اللّ

لَمْ أَكُنْ مِنْ جُنَاتِهَا عَلِمَ اللّ

هُ وَإني بِحَرِّهَا اليَوْمَ صَالِي

هُ وَإني بِحَرِّهَا اليَوْمَ صَالِي

I was not among those who wronged them—God knows—

Of fading. I knew nothing of their bowers

yet today I burn in their heat.

Till now, when I am burned in passion's fires.