عَينَي ما كانَ آفَتي إِلاَّ هِي

عَينَي ما كانَ آفَتي إِلاَّ هِي

في الوَجدِ بِذا الظَّبِي النَّفورِ اللاَّهي

في الوَجدِ بِذا الظَّبِي النَّفورِ اللاَّهي

My eye—nothing but it has been my undoing,

My eye alone was my bane

in longing for this skittish, heedless gazelle.

in my passion for this skittish, heedless gazelle.

سَأَلتُ البَدرَ هَل تُرى تُشبِهُهُ

سَأَلتُ البَدرَ هَل تُرى تُشبِهُهُ

في بَهجَتِهِ فَقالَ لا وَاللهِ

في بَهجَتِهِ فَقالَ لا وَاللهِ

I asked the full moon, “Do you suppose you resemble him

I asked the full moon, 'Do you, I wonder, resemble him

in his radiance?” It answered, “No, by God.”

in his splendor?' Then it said, 'No, by God!'