1. يَا وَيْحَ نَفْسِي مِنْ هَوَى شَادِنٍ

    غَازَلَ قَلْبِي لَحْظُهُ فَانْهَتَكْ

    Alas for my soul, enamored of a young gazelle—

    whose glance wooed my heart and laid its sanctity bare.

  2. ذِي نَظْرَةٍ كَالسِّحْرِ لَوْ صَادَفَتْ

    غَمْزَتُهَا لَيْثَ وَغىً مَا فَتَكْ

    Endowed with a gaze like sorcery—if there met

    her wink a lion of battle, he would never strike.

  3. فَكَيْفَ أَحْمِي مُهْجَتِي بَعْدَمَا

    خَامَرَهَا الْوَجْدُ فَطَارَتْ بِتَكْ

    How, then, can I guard my very soul, now that

    longing has possessed it and it has flown away to you?

  4. فَلا يَلُمْنِي غَافِلٌ فَالْهَوَى

    سَيْفٌ إِذَا مَرَّ بِشَيءٍ بَتَكْ

    Let no heedless man blame me, for passion

    is a sword: whatever it passes over, it severs.

  5. مَاذَا عَلَى مَنْ بَخِلَتْ نَفْسُهُ

    بِالْوَصْلِ لَوْ قَبَّلْتُ طَرْفَ الأَتَكْ

    What would it cost the one whose soul begrudges

    union, if I kissed but the edge of his garment’s hem?