يقول أرمدُ عينٍ

يقول أرمدُ عينٍ

حلوُ الجنى والتجنِّي

حلوُ الجنى والتجنِّي

A sore-eyed one says,

Sweet in his fruit and his unjust reproach:

إنْ كَلَّ سيفُ جفوني

إنْ كَلَّ سيفُ جفوني

فذا عذاري مسِنِّي

فذا عذاري مسِنِّي

“If the sword of my eyelids grows dull,

Then here is my cheek-down, my whetstone.”