وَأَسْمرَ يَحكي الأَسْمَرَ اللَّدْنَ قَدُّهُ

وَأَسْمرَ يَحكي الأَسْمَرَ اللَّدْنَ قَدُّهُ

وَيَغدُو لهُ الغُصْنُ النَّضِيرُ نَظِيرا

وَيَغدُو لهُ الغُصْنُ النَّضِيرُ نَظِيرا

And a dusky youth whose figure resembles the supple brown spear;

The dark one talks about the dark one, his neck supple,

And the verdant bough becomes his counterpart.

And the slender branch becomes his peer and mate.

لهُ وَجْنةٌ بَلْ جَنَّةٌ زادَ حُسْنُها

لهُ وَجْنةٌ بَلْ جَنَّةٌ زادَ حُسْنُها

عِذاراً فَصَارَتْ جَنَّةً وَحَرِيرا

عِذاراً فَصَارَتْ جَنَّةً وَحَرِيرا

He has a cheek—rather, a garden—whose beauty added

For him is a paradise, nay a paradise whose beauty

A line of cheek-down, so it became a garden and silk.

Increased, becoming a paradise and silk.