قد لَوى جيدَه حياءً وحيّا

قد لَوى جيدَه حياءً وحيّا

بكؤوسِ المدام كأساً فكَأسا

بكؤوسِ المدام كأساً فكَأسا

He turned his neck in shyness and greeted me

He bashfully bent his neck in greeting

with cups of wine, cup after cup.

And drank from cups of wine cup after cup

فنفضتُ اليدين عن يانِعِ الزه

فنفضتُ اليدين عن يانِعِ الزه

ر لمعنىً أجدَّ لي فيه أنسا

ر لمعنىً أجدَّ لي فيه أنسا

So I shook my hands free of flowers in full bloom,

So I shook off my hands from the blossoming flowers

for a quality that renewed my delight in him:

For I found in their meaning a charm

نُغْنُغٌ في نَصَاعَةِ الزَّهْرِ مَرْآ

نُغْنُغٌ في نَصَاعَةِ الزَّهْرِ مَرْآ

ه لِعَيْني وكالحريرةِ مَسَّا

ه لِعَيْني وكالحريرةِ مَسَّا

soft and plump, his appearance has the flowers’ pure whiteness

The murmuring of bees around the flowers

to my eye, and he is like silk to the touch.

Is a mirror to my eyes and a soft touch