قُل لِذا الوَجهِ الطَريرِ

قُل لِذا الوَجهِ الطَريرِ

وَلِذا الرِدفِ الوَثيرِ

وَلِذا الرِدفِ الوَثيرِ

Say to this handsome face,

Say to that radiant face

Say to this face, so fresh and fair,

And to this soft rump,

And to that ample hip

And to this form, so soft and lush,

وَلِمِغلاقِ هُمومي

وَلِمِغلاقِ هُمومي

وَلِمِفتاحِ سُروري

وَلِمِفتاحِ سُروري

And to the lock that shuts away my worries,

And to the lock of my worries

And to the bolt that bars my grief,

And to the key to my joy,

And to the key to my joys

And to the key of my delight,

وَالَّذي يَبخَلُ عَنّي

وَالَّذي يَبخَلُ عَنّي

بِقَليلٍ مِن كَثيرِ

بِقَليلٍ مِن كَثيرِ

And to him who withholds from me

He who is miserly with me

To him who plays the miser’s part,

A little out of much:

With little of much

Withholding little from so much,

يا صَغيرَ السِنِّ وَالمَو

يا صَغيرَ السِنِّ وَالمَو

لِدِ في عَقلِ الكَبيرِ

لِدِ في عَقلِ الكَبيرِ

O you, young in age and bir-

O little of age and death

O you, of young and tender age,

th, yet with the mind of a grown man,

Born in the mind of the elder

Yet bearing an elder's mind within,

وَقَليلاً في التَلاقي

وَقَليلاً في التَلاقي

وَكَثيراً في الضَميرِ

وَكَثيراً في الضَميرِ

And seldom met,

And little in meetings

So scarce in granting me a tryst,

Yet often in my thoughts:

And much in conscience

Yet ever dwelling in my soul,

لِم تَغَضَّبتَ عَلى عَب

لِم تَغَضَّبتَ عَلى عَب

دِكَ في خَطبٍ يَسيرِ

دِكَ في خَطبٍ يَسيرِ

Why did you grow angry with the ser-

Why did you get angry with your

Why have you raged against your slave,

vant of yours over a trifling matter?

Servant over trivial matters

Over a matter slight and small?

فَاِرضَ عَنّي بِحَياتي

فَاِرضَ عَنّي بِحَياتي

يا حَياتي وَأَميري

يا حَياتي وَأَميري

So be pleased with me, by my life,

So be satisfied with me, by my life

Relent, I pray, by my own life,

O my life and my prince.

O my life and my prince

O life of mine, my prince and lord.