لما صفت مرآة حسنك للورى

لما صفت مرآة حسنك للورى

ورأى بذاتك من يراك خياله

ورأى بذاتك من يراك خياله

When the mirror of your beauty became clear to all mankind,

When the mirror portrayed your beauty to creation,

And whoever beheld you saw his own reflection in you,

And he who sees you found in you his imagination,

أبصرت أهدابي بوجهك عارضاً

أبصرت أهدابي بوجهك عارضاً

وحسبت إنساني بخدك خاله

وحسبت إنساني بخدك خاله

I saw my eyelashes as cheek-down upon your face,

My eyelashes saw your face eclipsing,

And took my eye’s pupil, reflected on your cheek, for its mole.

And my being fancied your cheek its home.