1. يا شاهِراً مِنْ طَرْفِهِ مُرْهَفاً

    دَمِي عَلى مَضْرِبِهِ يَجْري

    O you who brandish a keen blade from your gaze,

    My blood flows along its cutting edge.

  2. وَمَنْ إِذا أَبْصَرْتُهُ مُقْبِلاً

    طارَ إِلَيْهِ القَلْبُ مِنْ صَدْري

    And you—whenever I see you approaching,

    My heart flies to you from my breast.

  3. قَدْ آنَ أَنْ تَرثي ونارُ الهَوى

    تُوقَدُ في أَحْشايَ كالجَمْرِ

    It is time you took pity, while love’s fire

    Is kindled within me like glowing coals.