وَمزرٍ بضوءِ الشَمس لم تَرَ وَجهَهُ

وَمزرٍ بضوءِ الشَمس لم تَرَ وَجهَهُ

ولا ماثَلتهُ في علوٍّ ولا نُبلِ

ولا ماثَلتهُ في علوٍّ ولا نُبلِ

And one who puts sunlight to shame—the sun has never seen his face,

By the sun's radiance his face you've never seen

Nor equaled him in loftiness or nobility.

Nor his equal in glory or nobility

بلينا جَوىً إِن رامَ منّا تدلُّلاً

بلينا جَوىً إِن رامَ منّا تدلُّلاً

على الحُبِّ إِبلاءَ النُفوس ولا نُبلي

على الحُبِّ إِبلاءَ النُفوس ولا نُبلي

We waste away with lovesickness if he seeks to act coy with us,

We've endured passionate love if he fancied to be indulged

In love, our souls worn out, yet we wear no one out.

In love the testing of souls not nobility