وَمُهتَزَّةِ العِرنينِ رَقراقَةِ السَنا

وَمُهتَزَّةِ العِرنينِ رَقراقَةِ السَنا

تُناسِبُ مُستَنَّ البُروقِ اللَوامِعِ

تُناسِبُ مُستَنَّ البُروقِ اللَوامِعِ

And one with a quivering tip and shimmering radiance,

With shivering, delicate branches,

matching the course of gleaming lightning.

Matching the shining lightning's gleam,

أَفاضَ عَلى أَعطافِها القَينُ حُلَّةً

أَفاضَ عَلى أَعطافِها القَينُ حُلَّةً

تُفَضفَضُ في مِثلِ النُجومِ الطَوالِعِ

تُفَضفَضُ في مِثلِ النُجومِ الطَوالِعِ

The smith poured a robe over her flanks,

The rain poured on its slopes a garment

spread wide in the likeness of rising stars.

That sways like the rising stars' beam.

فَجاءَت بِجِسمٍ يَملَأُ العَينَ بَهجَةً

فَجاءَت بِجِسمٍ يَملَأُ العَينَ بَهجَةً

إِذا ما اِجتَلاها حاسِرٌ مِثلُ دارِعِ

إِذا ما اِجتَلاها حاسِرٌ مِثلُ دارِعِ

So she came forth with a body that fills the eye with delight,

It came with a body that fills the eye with delight

when an unarmored man beholds her, no less than one clad in mail.

When a bold warrior like an armored knight draws near.

يُحَيّا بِها مَن لَم تُحَيَّ يَمينُهُ

يُحَيّا بِها مَن لَم تُحَيَّ يَمينُهُ

بِغَيرِ العَوالي وَالسُيوفِ القَواطِعِ

بِغَيرِ العَوالي وَالسُيوفِ القَواطِعِ

With her is saluted one whose right hand has never been saluted

With it one is greeted whom no right hand greeted

with anything but lofty spears and cleaving swords.

Except with lofty deeds and swords that severe.

أَحَدُّ مِنَ العَذلِ المُطِلِّ عَلى الهَوى

أَحَدُّ مِنَ العَذلِ المُطِلِّ عَلى الهَوى

وَأَرهَفُ مِن غَربِ النَوى في المَقاطِعِ

وَأَرهَفُ مِن غَربِ النَوى في المَقاطِعِ

Sharper than reproach that looms over love,

Sharper than long separation's agony over passion;

and keener than parting’s edge at the points of severance.

And more perceptive than the sad song's refrain at dusk.