ومُستَحسَنٍ في كلّ حالٍ دلالها

ومُستَحسَنٍ في كلّ حالٍ دلالها

كبيرٌ هواها وهيَ في صِغَرِ السنِّ

كبيرٌ هواها وهيَ في صِغَرِ السنِّ

And her coyness is charming in every mood;

With elegance in every circumstance is her charm

Love for her is great, though she is young in years.

Great is her love though still young in years

تُراعي بعينٍ تغمزُ الناسَ في الهوى

تُراعي بعينٍ تغمزُ الناسَ في الهوى

وتقرأُ منها السحرَ في مَرض الجفْنِ

وتقرأُ منها السحرَ في مَرض الجفْنِ

She gazes with an eye that winks amorously at people,

She watches with a playful glance that seduces in passion

And from it you read enchantment in the eyelid's languor.

And recites sorcery from it despite the sickness of eyelids

كأنّكَ منها ناظر إنْ تَبَسّمَتْ

كأنّكَ منها ناظر إنْ تَبَسّمَتْ

إلى بَرَدٍ تجلوهُ بارقَةُ الدّجْنِ

إلى بَرَدٍ تجلوهُ بارقَةُ الدّجْنِ

When she smiles, you seem, in her, to be gazing

As if from her eyes you're watching when she smiles

At hailstones lit by a lightning flash from dark clouds.

To a coldness that her radiance of youth makes glow

ترى قَدّها في نشوةٍ من رَشَاقَةٍ

ترى قَدّها في نشوةٍ من رَشَاقَةٍ

فهل خَلَعَتْ منه على الغُصُن اللدنِ

فهل خَلَعَتْ منه على الغُصُن اللدنِ

You see her figure drunk with grace;

You see her stature in the thrill of slender grace

Has she then bestowed some of it upon the supple branch?

As if she had shed it onto the tender branch

بنفسيَ من جسْمي حديثٌ بحبّها

بنفسيَ من جسْمي حديثٌ بحبّها

وَطَرْفيَ منها رائدٌ روضة الحسنِ

وَطَرْفيَ منها رائدٌ روضة الحسنِ

In my soul, my body speaks of love for her,

My soul speaks to me of loving her

And in her my gaze scouts the garden of beauty.

And my eyes lead to her garden of beauty