1. يا لَحظهُ السّيف أَضحى السِّحرُ جَوهَرهُ

    وَالسّيفُ جَوهرهُ فيهِ لَهُ الشَّرفُ

    O you whose glance is a sword, enchantment has become its essence.

    And the sword's glory lies in the patterned luster within it.

  2. قَد سالَ مِنهُ وَما الأَجفانُ تَمنَعُهُ

    مِن أَن يَسيلَ وَتُبدِي العَجزَ تَعترفُ

    It has flowed from it, and the eyelids cannot keep it

    From flowing; they reveal their helplessness and confess it.

  3. أَما لِأَجفانِهِ قَد سالَ جَوهرهُ

    أَلَيسَ مِن بَعضهِ الأَهدابُ وَالوطفُ

    Has its essence not flowed to his eyelids?

    Are not the lashes and their luxuriance part of it?