1. تضحك عن طلها غلائلها

    ودمعها في الخدود مزدحم

    Her gossamer robes smile, revealing her dew,

    And her tears crowd upon her cheeks.

  2. تهزها نشوة المال وللحسن

    حمياً كالخمر تحتكم

    The intoxication of wealth sways her, and beauty has

    A wine-like ardor that holds sway.

  3. تحسبها لا فترارها أبداً

    قد سرها في منامها حلم

    You think, because she is always smiling,

    That a dream has delighted her in her sleep.

  4. أهديتها شبهها وقلت لها

    قولي له لو تساعف الكلم

    I gave her to one like her, and said to her:

    Speak to him, if words would come to your aid:

  5. أما ترى رونقي وزهرته

    كأنني بالنجوم ألتثم

    Do you not see my luster and its bloom,

    As though I veiled my face with stars?

  6. فكيف تجفون إن شبهوك بنا

    وثوب حسني على منسجم

    Then how can you turn away if they liken you to us,

    While the robe of my beauty drapes smoothly over me?

  7. يا مانع اللحظ أن يجول به

    كأنما حسن وجهه حرم

    O you who forbid the gaze to wander over you,

    As though the beauty of your face were sacred ground!

  8. يعجبني المرء ذو الحزامة والفهم

    ومن لا يغره الوهم

    I admire a man of prudence and understanding,

    And one whom illusion does not deceive.

  9. ولا أحب الجمال متهما

    في رأيه تستخفه النعم

    Nor do I love beauty that is suspect

    In its judgment, made frivolous by blessings.

  10. هيني ببعض القفار نابتةً

    في حيث لا تهتدي لي القدم

    Suppose me growing in some wilderness,

    Where no foot finds its way to me.

  11. إذاً لما حس رونقي أحد

    ولا بكى إن دهاني العدم

    Then no one would have sensed my luster,

    Nor wept if nothingness befell me.

  12. يا ظالماً حسنه رويدك ما

    أرخص حسناً تجنه الظلم

    O you who wrong your beauty—easy now! How

    Cheap is a beauty that darkness hides!

  13. فاسمح بأن تشتهي ويطمع في

    ودك قلبٌ عليك مضطرم

    So consent to be desired, and let there be hope for

    Your affection in a heart aflame for you.

  14. ثم إذ بلى كي تريه مصرعه

    فكل حسن بالترب يلتطم

    Then wither, to show him his demise,

    For all beauty is dashed against the dust.