عَذيري مِن رامٍ رَماني بِسَهمِهِ

عَذيري مِن رامٍ رَماني بِسَهمِهِ

فَلَم يُخطِ ما بَينَ الحَشا وَالتَرائِبِ

فَلَم يُخطِ ما بَينَ الحَشا وَالتَرائِبِ

Who will defend me against an archer who shot me with his arrow

My excuse for one who shot me with his arrow

And did not miss the spot between my vitals and breastbones?

He did not miss between my cheek and neck area

فَأَصداغُهُ يَلسَعنَني كَالعَقارِبِ

فَأَصداغُهُ يَلسَعنَني كَالعَقارِبِ

وَأَلحاظُهُ يَفعَلنَ فِعلَ العُقارِ بي

وَأَلحاظُهُ يَفعَلنَ فِعلَ العُقارِ بي

For his sidelocks sting me like scorpions,

So his temples sting me like scorpions

And his glances do to me what wine does.

And his glances drug me like mandrake root