سَأَلتُهُ ما لِهَذا الخالِ مُنفَرِداً

سَأَلتُهُ ما لِهَذا الخالِ مُنفَرِداً

وَاِختارَ غُرَّتَكَ الغَرّا لَهُ سَكَنا

وَاِختارَ غُرَّتَكَ الغَرّا لَهُ سَكَنا

I asked him, “Why is this beauty spot alone,

I asked him why this mole chose to live alone,

and why has it chosen your radiant brow as its home?”

And picked your tender cheek as his home.

أَجابَني خافَ مِن سَهمِ الجُفونِ وَمِن

أَجابَني خافَ مِن سَهمِ الجُفونِ وَمِن

نارِ الخُدودِ لِهَذا هاجَرَ الوَطَنا

نارِ الخُدودِ لِهَذا هاجَرَ الوَطَنا

He answered me, “It feared the arrow of the eyelids and

He told me he fled his homeland in fear

the fire of the cheeks; so it left its homeland.”

Of the arrows of eyelids and flaming cheeks here.