ووردِيّ خَدّ نَرجَسِيّ لَواحِظٍ

ووردِيّ خَدّ نَرجَسِيّ لَواحِظٍ

مَشَايِخُ أهلِ السِّحرِ عَن لَحظِهِ رووا

مَشَايِخُ أهلِ السِّحرِ عَن لَحظِهِ رووا

And one with a rosy cheek and narcissus-like eyes—

My narcissus-cheeked rose, warlocks recite

The masters of sorcery have transmitted lore from his glance.

Of the magic in your gaze and glance they write

وواواتُ صُدغيه حَكَين عَقَارِباً

وواواتُ صُدغيه حَكَين عَقَارِباً

مِن المِسكِ فوق الجُلَّنَارِ قَدِ التَووا

مِن المِسكِ فوق الجُلَّنَارِ قَدِ التَووا

And the wāw-shaped curls at his temples resembled scorpions

Your dimpled cheeks tell tales of hornets that met

Of musk, coiled above pomegranate blossom.

Above pure musk and nestled over julnar's net

ووجنَتُهُ الحَمرا تَلُوحُ كَجمرةٍ

ووجنَتُهُ الحَمرا تَلُوحُ كَجمرةٍ

عَلَيهَا قُلُوبُ العَاشِقِين قَدِ انكَووا

عَلَيهَا قُلُوبُ العَاشِقِين قَدِ انكَووا

And his red cheek glows like an ember;

Your wine-red lips part like embers that stir

Upon it, lovers’ hearts have been scorched.

The cores of lovers-moths that cluster and blur

ووِدّي لَهُ بَاقٍ ولَستُ بِسَامِعٍ

ووِدّي لَهُ بَاقٍ ولَستُ بِسَامِعٍ

لِقَولِ حَسُودٍ والعَواذِلِ إن عَووا

لِقَولِ حَسُودٍ والعَواذِلِ إن عَووا

And my love for him endures, and I do not listen

My love for you is lasting, though I hear no more

To an envier’s words or the reproachers’, even if they howl.

The calumny of enviers at my door

ووالله لا أسلُوهُ لَو صِرتُ رِمَّة

ووالله لا أسلُوهُ لَو صِرتُ رِمَّة

فَكَيف وأحشَائِي عَلَى حُبًّهِ انطَووا

فَكَيف وأحشَائِي عَلَى حُبًّهِ انطَووا

And by God, I will not cease loving him, even if I become a decayed corpse;

By God! Though I am now but dust, to you I'll bind

So how could I, when my entrails are wrapped around my love for him?

For my soul itself is lost in love so blind