عَن خَدِّك لَم يَقتَنِ طَرفٌ لَحظا

عَن خَدِّك لَم يَقتَنِ طَرفٌ لَحظا

إِلّا حُرَقَ القَلب وَمن ذا اِتَّعَظا

إِلّا حُرَقَ القَلب وَمن ذا اِتَّعَظا

No eye has caught a glimpse of your cheek

No eye has glanced at your cheek without a heart being scorched,

Without searing anguish in the heart—and who has taken heed?

Yet who has taken heed?

يا وَيليَ من جمرة حسنٍ شُبَّت

يا وَيليَ من جمرة حسنٍ شُبَّت

تُصلي أَبَدَ الدَّهرِ فُؤادي بِلَظى

تُصلي أَبَدَ الدَّهرِ فُؤادي بِلَظى

Alas for me, for a kindled ember of beauty

Woe to me from the ember of beauty kindled

That scorches my heart with flame for all eternity.

That makes my heart roast forevermore with agony.