قالوا مَحَا الجُدريُّ بهجتَه

قالوا مَحَا الجُدريُّ بهجتَه

قَسَما بربِّ مِنىً لقد كَذَبوا

قَسَما بربِّ مِنىً لقد كَذَبوا

They said, “Smallpox has erased his beauty.”

I swear by the Lord of Mina: they have surely lied.

لكنْ صفَتْ صهباءُ وَجْنتِه

لكنْ صفَتْ صهباءُ وَجْنتِه

لونا فجَمَّلَ صَفْوَها الحبب

لونا فجَمَّلَ صَفْوَها الحبب

But the tawny wine of his cheek grew clear

in hue, and bubbles adorned its clarity.