بخصر حُبي هِمتُ بَل نَحره

بخصر حُبي هِمتُ بَل نَحره

بَل خَدّه بَل ثَغره الباردِ

بَل خَدّه بَل ثَغره الباردِ

I was enthralled by my beloved’s waist—rather, his upper chest;

Around his waist I yearned, not just his chest

Rather, his cheek—rather, his cool mouth.

Not just his cheek, nor chilly lips

بَل كُلّ شَيءٍ فيهِ مُستَحسَنٌ

بَل كُلّ شَيءٍ فيهِ مُستَحسَنٌ

لَم أَهوَهُ مِن سَببٍ واحدِ

لَم أَهوَهُ مِن سَببٍ واحدِ

Rather, everything about him is lovely;

But everything about him I adore

I did not love him for just one reason.

My love for him has many facets