فَدَيتُ مَن تَمَّ فيهِ الظُرفُ وَالأَدَبُ

فَدَيتُ مَن تَمَّ فيهِ الظُرفُ وَالأَدَبُ

وَمَن يَتيهُ إِذا ما مَسَّهُ الطَرَبُ

وَمَن يَتيهُ إِذا ما مَسَّهُ الطَرَبُ

I would be a ransom for him in whom charm and refinement are complete,

I am the ransom for one in whom charm and refinement are complete,

And who grows proud when rapture touches him.

Who struts with pride when touched by the ecstasy of joy.

ما طارَ طَرفي إِلى تَحصيلِ صورَتِهِ

ما طارَ طَرفي إِلى تَحصيلِ صورَتِهِ

إِلّا تَداخَلَني مِن حُسنِها عَلَبُ

إِلّا تَداخَلَني مِن حُسنِها عَلَبُ

Never did my gaze fly to take in his form

My glance never flies to obtain the sight of his form,

Without anguish at its beauty taking hold of me.

Without a deep impression of its beauty taking hold within me.

وَرِدفُهُ في قَضيبٍ فَوقَهُ قَمَرٌ

وَرِدفُهُ في قَضيبٍ فَوقَهُ قَمَرٌ

مِن نورِ خَدَّيهِ ماءُ الحُسنِ يَنسَكِبُ

مِن نورِ خَدَّيهِ ماءُ الحُسنِ يَنسَكِبُ

And his hips are set in a slender stem, above which is a moon;

His heavy hips rest on a slender bough, surmounted by a moon;

From the light of his cheeks, the water of beauty pours forth.

From the light of his cheeks, the waters of beauty pour forth.

نَفسي فِداأُكَ يا مَن لا أَبوحُ بِهِ

نَفسي فِداأُكَ يا مَن لا أَبوحُ بِهِ

عَلِقتَ مِنّي بِحَبلٍ لَيسَ يَنقَضِبُ

عَلِقتَ مِنّي بِحَبلٍ لَيسَ يَنقَضِبُ

My soul be your ransom, O you of whom I do not speak openly.

My soul is your ransom, O you whose name I do not disclose,

You are bound to me by a cord that will not be severed.

You have bound yourself to me with a cord that shall never be severed.

كَم ساعَةٍ مِنكَ خَطَّتها مَلائِكَةٌ

كَم ساعَةٍ مِنكَ خَطَّتها مَلائِكَةٌ

أَزهو عَلى الناسِ بِالذَنبِ الَّذي كَتَبوا

أَزهو عَلى الناسِ بِالذَنبِ الَّذي كَتَبوا

How many an hour with you have angels recorded!

How many an hour with you have the angels recorded,

I glory over others in the sin they wrote down.

While I boast to the people of the very sin they have written.