عَذِيْري من سَقيمِ المُقْلَتَيْنِ

عَذِيْري من سَقيمِ المُقْلَتَيْنِ

فما بِهِما لِخَلْقٍ مِنْ يَدَيْنِ

فما بِهِما لِخَلْقٍ مِنْ يَدَيْنِ

Who will defend me against one whose two eyes are ailing?

My excuse is from the sick of the two eyelids

For no creature has the strength to withstand them.

For they have no hands for creation

مريض اللّحظِ من رَمَدٍ وغُنْجٍ

مريض اللّحظِ من رَمَدٍ وغُنْجٍ

بَلا قَلْبي المَشُوقَ بِمَرضَتَيْنِ

بَلا قَلْبي المَشُوقَ بِمَرضَتَيْنِ

Ailing in his gaze from eye inflammation and coquetry,

Sick of glance from rheum and conjunctivitis

he afflicted my yearning heart with two illnesses.

Without my longing heart with two sicknesses

وما عَجبي لِصَوْلِهما شَهِيرَيْ

وما عَجبي لِصَوْلِهما شَهِيرَيْ

نِ لكِنْ كَيْفَ صَالا مغمَدينِ

نِ لكِنْ كَيْفَ صَالا مغمَدينِ

And I do not marvel at their assault when unsheathed—

And I am not surprised at their renowned illness

but how did they strike while sheathed?

But how did they become ill while sheathed