يسوم سلوّى في هواه بصدّه

يسوم سلوّى في هواه بصدّه

ويدعو إلى روض المحاسن أجفاني

ويدعو إلى روض المحاسن أجفاني

By his rejection, he bids me forget my love for him,

He roams distracted by his love and firmness

And beckons my eyelids to the garden of beauty.

And he calls my eyelids to the garden of beauty

وما جاد لي يوماً بسهم من اللقا

وما جاد لي يوماً بسهم من اللقا

على أن لي من لحظ عينيه سهمان

على أن لي من لحظ عينيه سهمان

Yet never has he granted me a share of meeting him,

And he has never shot an arrow of meeting at me

Though I have two arrows from the glance of his eyes.

Yet I have two arrows from the glance of his eyes