وخاطِرَةٍ كالظَّبيِ في خَطْوِها بُعْدُ

وخاطِرَةٍ كالظَّبيِ في خَطْوِها بُعْدُ

تَكادُ أعاليها مِنَ اللِّينِ تَنْقَدُّ

تَكادُ أعاليها مِنَ اللِّينِ تَنْقَدُّ

And a swaying maiden, like a gazelle, with a far-reaching stride,

With a gait like a shy gazelle, so elegant

Her upper body almost breaks from sheer suppleness.

Her swaying figure nearly bends from gentleness

تَمَنَّيْتُها في حَضْرَةٍ وَسْطَ رَوْضَةٍ

تَمَنَّيْتُها في حَضْرَةٍ وَسْطَ رَوْضَةٍ

يَنِمُّ عَلَينا مِنْ خَمائِلها النَّدُّ

يَنِمُّ عَلَينا مِنْ خَمائِلها النَّدُّ

I wished for her at a gathering in the midst of a garden,

I wished for her presence, in a garden amidst meadows

The perfume from its leafy bowers betrays us.

Where the soft breeze makes the branches sway

فَصدَّتْ وقالَتْ ما لِطَبعِكَ قد جَفا

فَصدَّتْ وقالَتْ ما لِطَبعِكَ قد جَفا

وأيَّ رِياضٍ تَبْتَغي بَعْدَما أبْدُو

وأيَّ رِياضٍ تَبْتَغي بَعْدَما أبْدُو

So she turned away and said, “Why has your taste grown so coarse?

But she turned away and said “Why has your nature grown cold?

And what gardens do you seek once I appear?

What gardens do you still seek, after I have appeared?”

وفِرْدَوسُها والقُضْبُ والعَرفُ والنَّدى

وفِرْدَوسُها والقُضْبُ والعَرفُ والنَّدى

وأوْراقُها والوُرْقُ والكُثْبُ والرَّنْدُ

وأوْراقُها والوُرْقُ والكُثْبُ والرَّنْدُ

And its paradise, the branches, the fragrance, and the dew,

“My paradise, sugar-cane, the trellises and dew

And its leaves, the doves, the dunes, and the laurels,

Its leaves, the cypress, the curves and the supple boughs

وحضْرَتُها والرَاحُ والنُّقْلُ والغِنا

وحضْرَتُها والرَاحُ والنُّقْلُ والغِنا

ونَرْجِسُها والزَّهرُ والآسُ والوَرْدُ

ونَرْجِسُها والزَّهرُ والآسُ والوَرْدُ

And its gathering, the wine, the sweetmeats, and the singing,

Its presence, the breeze, the ripples and the song

And its narcissi, the blossoms, the myrtle, and the roses—

Its narcissus, the flowers, myrtle and roses

ثِيابي وأعطافي ونَشْري ونِعْمَتي

ثِيابي وأعطافي ونَشْري ونِعْمَتي

وقُرْطي وحَلْيِي والرَّوادِفُ والقَدُّ

وقُرْطي وحَلْيِي والرَّوادِفُ والقَدُّ

Are my garments, my curves, my fragrance, and my bounty,

My clothes, my scarves, my prosperity and comforts

And my earring, my jewelry, my buttocks, and my figure,

My earrings, my jewelry, frills and necklace

وَوَجْهي وَرِيقي والنُّهودُ ومَنْطِقي

وَوَجْهي وَرِيقي والنُّهودُ ومَنْطِقي

ولَحْظي وثَغْري والغَدائِرُ والخَدُّ

ولَحْظي وثَغْري والغَدائِرُ والخَدُّ

And my face, my saliva, my breasts, and my speech,

My face, my saliva, my breasts and my talk

And my glance, my mouth, my braids, and my cheek.

My glance, my lips, my locks and my cheeks

إذا لُحْتُ لاحَ الحُسْنُ طُرّاً وإنْ أغِبْ

إذا لُحْتُ لاحَ الحُسْنُ طُرّاً وإنْ أغِبْ

فلا شَجَنٌ يَخْفى ولا حَسَنٌ يَبْدُو

فلا شَجَنٌ يَخْفى ولا حَسَنٌ يَبْدُو

When I appear, all beauty appears; and if I am absent,

When I smile with the brilliance of beauty

Then no sorrow stays hidden, and nothing beautiful appears.”

No sadness is concealed, no beauty appears”