سَلَبتْ محاسُنكَ الغزالَ صفاتِه

سَلَبتْ محاسُنكَ الغزالَ صفاتِه

حتى تحيرَ كلُّ ظبيٍ فيكَا

حتى تحيرَ كلُّ ظبيٍ فيكَا

Your charms have robbed the gazelle of its qualities,

Your beauty robbed the gazelle of its traits

Until every gazelle was bewildered by you.

So that every doe in you is perplexed

لكَ جيدُهُ ولحاظُهُ ونِفَارُهُ

لكَ جيدُهُ ولحاظُهُ ونِفَارُهُ

وغداً تَصيرُ قُرونُه لا بيكَا

وغداً تَصيرُ قُرونُه لا بيكَا

Yours are its neck, its glances, and its skittishness;

For you have its neck, glance, and charm

And tomorrow its horns will belong to your father.

And tomorrow its horns will be for your makeup