أفدِي الذي جبينه في شعرهِ

أفدِي الذي جبينه في شعرهِ

طرَّةُ صبحٍ تحت أذيال الدجى

طرَّةُ صبحٍ تحت أذيال الدجى

I would ransom him whose forehead, amid his hair,

I sacrifice myself for the one whose forehead in his hair

is a fringe of dawn beneath the trailing skirts of night.

Is the glimmer of dawn under the skirts of darkness

مالي به مع قرب داري ملتقًى

مالي به مع قرب داري ملتقًى

فهل رأيت ثغره المفلَّجا

فهل رأيت ثغره المفلَّجا

I have no meeting with him, though my home is near;

Why should I meet him though my house is near his?

have you, then, seen his mouth with its spaced teeth?

For have you seen his ravishing mouth when he smiles?