وَبي رَشأ غَريب الزي

وَبي رَشأ غَريب الزي

يِ في خُلق وَفي خلقِ

يِ في خُلق وَفي خلقِ

And I love a young gazelle, singular in appearance,

A stranger of rare breed grew I, in character and in form,

in character and in bodily form.

Let there be whatever rose you wish,

وَلي ما شئت مِن وَرد

وَلي ما شئت مِن وَرد

بِرَوضة خَدِهِ عَبَق

بِرَوضة خَدِهِ عَبَق

And I have whatever roses I desire,

In the garden of his cheek, fragranced,

fragrant in the garden of his cheek.

His cheek appeared like a crescent, upon it the green horizon,

وَصَدغ كَالهِلال بَدت

وَصَدغ كَالهِلال بَدت

عَلَيهِ خُضرة الأُفق

عَلَيهِ خُضرة الأُفق

And a sidelock like the crescent—there has appeared

His brilliance made radiant those nearby,

upon it the horizon’s green hue.

His beauty left those who saw him swooning,

وَمشن صَهباهُ مُصطَبِحي

وَمشن صَهباهُ مُصطَبِحي

وَمِن لَمياهُ مُغتَبِقي

وَمِن لَمياهُ مُغتَبِقي

And from his tawny wine comes my morning draught,

For his narcissus gardens emptied of their narcissi,

and from his dusky lips, my evening draught.

When gazed upon his narcissistic eyes.

بِنَرجسه الحَدائق مِنهُ

بِنَرجسه الحَدائق مِنهُ

نَفدي نَرجس الحدق

نَفدي نَرجس الحدق

With the gardens’ narcissus [a probable reading], from him,

we would ransom the narcissus of his eyes.