مَن لَم يَرُقهُ حُلَى رِياشِي

مَن لَم يَرُقهُ حُلَى رِياشِي

وَلَم يَرُعهُ شَبا ذُبابِي

وَلَم يَرُعهُ شَبا ذُبابِي

Whoever has not been charmed by the adornments of my finery,

He who is not drawn to the sweets of my scent

and has not been frightened by my sword’s keen point,

And is not startled by the buzz of my youth

فَلَم يَفُز لَحظُهُ بِحُسنٍ

فَلَم يَفُز لَحظُهُ بِحُسنٍ

وَلَم يَخَف سَطوَةَ العِقابِ

وَلَم يَخَف سَطوَةَ العِقابِ

then his gaze has found no beauty,

Has not won beauty in his gaze

nor has he feared the might of punishment.

And did not fear the might of punishment