يا نظير البدر في صورته

يا نظير البدر في صورته

وشبيه الغصن في قامته

وشبيه الغصن في قامته

O you whose form is like the full moon,

O peer of the full moon in its image,

And whose stature is like a bough,

And akin to the branch in its stature,

والذي ينتسب الورد إلى

والذي ينتسب الورد إلى

روضةٍ تضحك في وجنته

روضةٍ تضحك في وجنته

And you—the rose traces its lineage to

To whom the rose claims relation

A garden smiling upon your cheek—

To a garden smiling in its cheek,

ما ترى في عاشق مكتئبٍ

ما ترى في عاشق مكتئبٍ

دمعه وقفٌ على مقلته

دمعه وقفٌ على مقلته

What do you think of a dejected lover,

What see you in a grieving lover

Whose tears are held upon his eye,

Whose tears stand still on his eyelids,

واقفٌ بالباب يشكو ما به

واقفٌ بالباب يشكو ما به

فمتى تنظر في قصته

فمتى تنظر في قصته

Standing at the door, lamenting what ails him?

Standing at the door complaining of his state -

When, then, will you look into his plight?

So when will you look upon his story?