وابأبي أحور كالظبي لدن

وابأبي أحور كالظبي لدن

القدِّ فرد الحسن كالبدر

القدِّ فرد الحسن كالبدر

Ah, may my father be his ransom—dark-eyed, gazelle-like, supple

By my father's life, slender like a gazelle

Of figure, peerless in beauty, like the full moon.

With his shape perfect and beautiful like the full moon

يهزُّ سكر الدلّ من قدّه

يهزُّ سكر الدلّ من قدّه

وهو بعيد العهد بالسكر

وهو بعيد العهد بالسكر

Coquetry's intoxication sways his figure—

Intoxicating with the sway of his walk

Though he is a stranger to drunkenness—

Yet unaccustomed is he to drunkenness

غصناً من الفضَّة من لي به

غصناً من الفضَّة من لي به

في يده غصنٌ من التبر

في يده غصنٌ من التبر

A bough of silver. Who can bring him to me,

Would that I had a branch of silver in my hand

With a bough of gold in his hand?

While in his hand is a branch of musk