ما سَلَّ سُيوفَها جُفونٌ فَتَرَت

ما سَلَّ سُيوفَها جُفونٌ فَتَرَت

أَو أَشرَعَ رُمحَها قُدودٌ خَطَرَت

أَو أَشرَعَ رُمحَها قُدودٌ خَطَرَت

Never did languid eyelids unsheathe their swords,

No blades were ever unsheathed by drowsy eyes

Or swaying figures level their spear,

No spears were ever poised by listless hands

أَو فَوَّقتِ النبلَ عُيونٌ سَحرَت

أَو فَوَّقتِ النبلَ عُيونٌ سَحرَت

إِلّا لِذَوي الهَوى دِماءٌ هُدِرَت

إِلّا لِذَوي الهَوى دِماءٌ هُدِرَت

Or bewitching eyes nock the arrows,

No arrows were ever nocked by charming glances

Without lovers' blood being shed with impunity.

Except for those slain by passionate love their blood was shed