يقولون لي دار قوسُ عذاره

يقولون لي دار قوسُ عذاره

فمالك لم تكفف عن اللّثم والبؤس

فمالك لم تكفف عن اللّثم والبؤس

They say to me: the bow of his cheek-down has curved around;

They say, "Here is the bow of Virgin's house."

So why have you not refrained from kissing and misery?

Why then cease you not from kissing and from grief?

فقلتُ لهم شمسُ الضّحى حُسنُ وجهه

فقلتُ لهم شمسُ الضّحى حُسنُ وجهه

وشمسُ الضّحى قد حلّت الان في القوس

وشمسُ الضّحى قد حلّت الان في القوس

So I told them: his face’s beauty is the midmorning sun,

I said, "The morning sun—his face is fair,

And the midmorning sun has now entered the Bow—Sagittarius.

Though now he rests his rays within the Bow."