وَمُهَفهَفٍ بِالفَرقِ مُنفَرِدٍ

وَمُهَفهَفٍ بِالفَرقِ مُنفَرِدٍ

بِلِحاظِهِ يَسطو عَلى الجَمعِ

بِلِحاظِهِ يَسطو عَلى الجَمعِ

And a slender youth, set apart by his hair’s parting,

With their light fluttering alone

With his glances he overpowers the throng.

His glances reign over the crowd

يَجلو الظَلامَ بِضوءِ غُرَّتِهِ

يَجلو الظَلامَ بِضوءِ غُرَّتِهِ

وَيُعَيدِلونَ الجُنحَ بِالفَرعِ

وَيُعَيدِلونَ الجُنحَ بِالفَرعِ

He dispels the darkness with the light of his brow,

He dispels the darkness with his blush’s glow

And restores the hue of night with his hair.

And they waver, bending like a bough

ما شِمتُ بَرقاً عَن مُقَبَّلِهِ

ما شِمتُ بَرقاً عَن مُقَبَّلِهِ

إِلّا وَنابَ عَنِ الحَيا دَمعِي

إِلّا وَنابَ عَنِ الحَيا دَمعِي

Never did I glimpse lightning from his lips

Never have I glimpsed a flash from his kiss

Without my tears taking the place of rain.

Without my tears flowing in place of life

فَلِثَغرِهِ وَشِفاهِ مَبسَمِهِ

فَلِثَغرِهِ وَشِفاهِ مَبسَمِهِ

أَهوى العَقيقَ وَبارِقَ الجَزعِ

أَهوى العَقيقَ وَبارِقَ الجَزعِ

So, for his mouth and his smiling lips,

For his mouth and smiling lips

I love agate and the gleam of onyx.

I yearn for carnelian and bright aloe wood