أَصبتِ فؤاديَ لمَّا رَمَيْتِ

أَصبتِ فؤاديَ لمَّا رَمَيْتِ

ولم يَنْجني منك فرْطُ الحَذَرْ

ولم يَنْجني منك فرْطُ الحَذَرْ

You struck my heart when you shot,

You have pierced my heart when you shot

and the utmost caution did not save me from you.

Your gaze spared me no caution or guard

وما إِن رَمَيْتِ بِسَهْمِ القِسِّي

وما إِن رَمَيْتِ بِسَهْمِ القِسِّي

ولكنْ رَمَيْتِ بِسَهْمِ النَّظَرْ

ولكنْ رَمَيْتِ بِسَهْمِ النَّظَرْ

Nor did you shoot with a bow’s arrow,

It was no arrow of cruel aim you shot

but you shot with the arrow of your gaze.

But the darting glance that my soul scarred

فنظْرةُ طَرْفِكِ تفويقهُ

فنظْرةُ طَرْفِكِ تفويقهُ

وكسرةُ جَفْنِكِ دفعُ الوَتَرْ

وكسرةُ جَفْنِكِ دفعُ الوَتَرْ

So a glance from your eye is the nocking of that arrow,

A single look from your eyes so profound

and the droop of your eyelid is the bowstring’s thrust.

A mere flutter of your lids like arrows abound