قدُّكَ في مَلْبَسِكَ الوَرْدي

قدُّكَ في مَلْبَسِكَ الوَرْدي

أم آسَةٌ تَخْتالُ في وَرْدِ

أم آسَةٌ تَخْتالُ في وَرْدِ

Is that your figure in your rose-colored attire,

Your stature in your pink dress -

Or a myrtle swaying proudly amid roses?

Is it a willow swaying amidst roses?

ووَجْهُكَ الأسْعَدُ من فَوْقِه

ووَجْهُكَ الأسْعَدُ من فَوْقِه

أم قَمَرٌ قد لاحَ بالسَّعدِ

أم قَمَرٌ قد لاحَ بالسَّعدِ

And is that your most auspicious face above it,

Your happiest face above it -

Or a moon that has shone forth auspiciously?

Is it a moon gleaming with good fortune?

ظَبْيٌ وأيْنَ الظَّبيُ من تِيْهِهِ

ظَبْيٌ وأيْنَ الظَّبيُ من تِيْهِهِ

وغُنْجهِ والرِّدفِ والقَدِّ

وغُنْجهِ والرِّدفِ والقَدِّ

A gazelle—but how could a gazelle match his proud bearing,

A gazelle - and where is the gazelle from its loss,

His coy charm, his haunches, and his figure?

And coquetry, and swaying gait, and stature?

يَخْتالُ إذ يَلْتاحُ في مَلْبَسٍ

يَخْتالُ إذ يَلْتاحُ في مَلْبَسٍ

كأنَّما حِيْكَ مِنَ الوَرْدِ

كأنَّما حِيْكَ مِنَ الوَرْدِ

He sways proudly as he appears in a garment

It struts as it hides in a dress

As though it were woven from roses.

As if it were woven from roses.

وليسَ صِبْغاً فِيهِ لكنَّهُ

وليسَ صِبْغاً فِيهِ لكنَّهُ

عَكْسُ شُعاعِ ذلكَ الخَدِّ

عَكْسُ شُعاعِ ذلكَ الخَدِّ

And its hue is not dye, but rather

Yet there is no dye in it, but rather

A reflection of the radiance of that cheek.

The reflection of the radiance of that cheek.