وجَرَتْ مَجاري الرُّوحِ في بَدَنِ الفَتى

وجَرَتْ مَجاري الرُّوحِ في بَدَنِ الفَتى

فكأنّها مِنْ لُطْفِها أَحْلامُ

فكأنّها مِنْ لُطْفِها أَحْلامُ

And she flowed through the spirit's channels in the young man's body,

The streams of the soul flowed in the body of the youth

So delicate was she, she seemed like dreams.

As if they were from its gentleness, dreams

ما زَاحَمَتْ صَدْرَ امْرِىءٍ إلا انْجَلَتْ

ما زَاحَمَتْ صَدْرَ امْرِىءٍ إلا انْجَلَتْ

عنهُ وفيهِ للسُّرُورِ زحامُ

عنهُ وفيهِ للسُّرُورِ زحامُ

Never did she crowd a man's breast without clearing

That never disturbed anyone's chest except to slip away

away from him, with joy thronging within.

From it, and in it there was a crowd of happiness

صَفْراءُ أَلْبَسَها المِزَاجُ غُلالَةً

صَفْراءُ أَلْبَسَها المِزَاجُ غُلالَةً

مِنْ لُؤلؤٍ لنظامِهِ اسْتِحْكامُ

مِنْ لُؤلؤٍ لنظامِهِ اسْتِحْكامُ

Yellow, the admixture clothed her in a sheer garment

Yellow clothes dressed her slenderness

of pearls whose stringing is secure.

With pearls, for its creation strength

وكأنّها والماءُ يَهْشِمُ وَجْهَهَا

وكأنّها والماءُ يَهْشِمُ وَجْهَهَا

قَبَسٌ عَلاهُ مِنَ السّرابِ غَمَامُ

قَبَسٌ عَلاهُ مِنَ السّرابِ غَمَامُ

And, as the water shatters her face, she seems

And it was as if she and the water smashing her face

a flame surmounted by a cloud of mirage.

Were a reflection covered by misty clouds