وذي تَمائمَ تُبْري من وسَاوِسِهِ

وذي تَمائمَ تُبْري من وسَاوِسِهِ

قَدْ نُضِّدتْ بوشاحٍ منهُ وَسواسِ

قَدْ نُضِّدتْ بوشاحٍ منهُ وَسواسِ

And a wearer of amulets that cure his misgivings,

With talismans that dispel his doubts,

Strung upon a sash from which comes a tinkling sound.

Lined with a scarf that wards off cares,

كأنَّ حُلكَتَهُ في صُبْحِ لَبَّتهِ

كأنَّ حُلكَتَهُ في صُبْحِ لَبَّتهِ

سَطْرٌ مُوَشّىً بَدا في صَفْحِ قِرْطاسِ

سَطْرٌ مُوَشّىً بَدا في صَفْحِ قِرْطاسِ

As though its blackness, against the dawn of his throat,

As if its trinkets in the morn appeared

Were an ornamented line appearing on the surface of a sheet of paper.

Lines penned on a page of parchment.