سَقياً لَها مِن بِطاحِ أُنسٍ

سَقياً لَها مِن بِطاحِ أُنسٍ

وَدَوحِ حُسنٍ بِها مُطِل

وَدَوحِ حُسنٍ بِها مُطِل

May rain bless her, from the broad plains of delight,

May rain bless those plains of delight,

and beauty’s leafy groves overlooking her.

and the groves of beauty overlooking them.

فَما تَرى غَيرَ وَجهِ شَمسٍ

فَما تَرى غَيرَ وَجهِ شَمسٍ

أَظَلَّ فيهِ عِذارُ ظِل

أَظَلَّ فيهِ عِذارُ ظِل

There you see nothing but the face of a sun,

So you see nothing but a sun’s face,

upon which a shadow’s side-lock has cast shade.

where a sidelock of shadow casts shade.