1. هيهات من كِتمانِ طيّ الحشا

    دمعي بما أَكتم مِنه وشى

    How futile to conceal what the heart enfolds!

    My tears have betrayed what I conceal within it.

  2. يا من لها وجه كشمسِ الضحى

    وطرَّة مثل ظلام العِشا

    O you whose face is like the midmorning sun,

    And whose forelock is like the darkness of nightfall,

  3. إن تسفكي باللحظِ ظلما دمي

    فقد يُصيب الليثَ عينُ الرشَا

    If with a glance you unjustly shed my blood,

    Then a young gazelle's eye may well strike a lion.