ليس شيءٌ أحرَّ في مهجة العا

ليس شيءٌ أحرَّ في مهجة العا

شقِ من هذه العيونِ المراضِ

شقِ من هذه العيونِ المراضِ

Nothing burns hotter in the heart of the lov-

Nothing is hotter in the bosom of lovers

er than these languid eyes,

Than these sickly eyes

والخدودِ المضَرَّجاتِ اللَواتي

والخدودِ المضَرَّجاتِ اللَواتي

شيب جريالها بحسن البَياضِ

شيب جريالها بحسن البَياضِ

And the flushed cheeks whose

And blushing cheeks adorned with beauty

crimson has been mingled with the beauty of whiteness,

Their whiteness shamed by loveliness

ورنُوِّ الجفون والغَمزِ بالحا

ورنُوِّ الجفون والغَمزِ بالحا

جب عند الصُدود والإعراضِ

جب عند الصُدود والإعراضِ

And the gaze of the eyelids, and signaling with the eye-

And the fluttering of eyelids and the flirtatious glances

brow amid shunning and turning away,

At first meeting and initial aloofness

وطروقِ الحبيب والليلُ داجٍ

وطروقِ الحبيب والليلُ داجٍ

حين همَّ السُمّار بالإغماضِ

حين همَّ السُمّار بالإغماضِ

And the beloved’s nighttime visit, while the night is dark,

And the beloved's neck as night falls dark

When the nighttime companions were about to close their eyes.

When the sleepless tossed and turned to slumber