أَفديهِ مِن رشإٍ تَعنو لِسَطوَتِهِ

أَفديهِ مِن رشإٍ تَعنو لِسَطوَتِهِ

اسد العَرين وَتَخشى سحر عَينيهِ

اسد العَرين وَتَخشى سحر عَينيهِ

I would ransom him—a young gazelle before whose might bow

I ransom him from the evil that yearns for his power

The lions of the lair, who fear the magic of his eyes.

Lion of the lair, he fears the spell of my eyes

وَلا مدامة إِلّا مِن مَراشِفِهِ

وَلا مدامة إِلّا مِن مَراشِفِهِ

كلّا وَلا الوَرد إِلّا وَرد خَديهِ

كلّا وَلا الوَرد إِلّا وَرد خَديهِ

And no wine but that from his lips;

And no red rose but from his cheeks

No indeed, nor roses but the roses of his cheeks.

Never the red rose but his rosy cheek

أَحببت مِن أَجلِهِ مَن كانَ يَشبَهَهُ

أَحببت مِن أَجلِهِ مَن كانَ يَشبَهَهُ

حَتّى حَكيت بِجِسمي سقم جفنيهِ

حَتّى حَكيت بِجِسمي سقم جفنيهِ

For his sake, I loved whoever resembled him,

For his sake I've loved those who resembled him

Until, with my body, I mirrored the languor of his eyelids.

Until my body mimicked the sickness of his lids