يا عاطِلَ الجيدِ إِلاَّ من محاسِنه

يا عاطِلَ الجيدِ إِلاَّ من محاسِنه

عَطَّلت فيكَ الحشا إِلا مِنَ الحَزَنِ

عَطَّلت فيكَ الحشا إِلا مِنَ الحَزَنِ

O you whose neck is bare save for its own charms,

O you who appreciate nothing of excellence but its beauty,

Because of you, I have left my heart bare of all but sorrow.

You have disabled in yourself everything but sorrow.

في سِلْكِ جسميَ درُّ الدمعَ مُنْتظمٌ

في سِلْكِ جسميَ درُّ الدمعَ مُنْتظمٌ

فهَلْ لجيدِك في عقدٍ بلا ثَمَن

فهَلْ لجيدِك في عقدٍ بلا ثَمَن

On the thread of my body, the pearls of tears are strung.

In my body's constitution, the flow of tears is regulated.

Then would your neck care for a necklace at no cost?

Does your excellence have any value in a necklace without price?

لا تخش مني فإِنِّي كالنَّسيم ضنىً

لا تخش مني فإِنِّي كالنَّسيم ضنىً

وما النسيمُ بمخشيّ على الغُصُن

وما النسيمُ بمخشيّ على الغُصُن

Do not fear me, for in my frailty I am like the breeze,

Fear not from me, for I am as the breeze, devoted.

And the breeze poses no threat to the bough.

And the breeze is not feared for the branch.