روحي الفِداءُ لِخالٍ تَحتَ مُقلَتِهِ

روحي الفِداءُ لِخالٍ تَحتَ مُقلَتِهِ

مِن هُدبِها حينَ تُغفِي غيرَ مُنكَشِفِ

مِن هُدبِها حينَ تُغفِي غيرَ مُنكَشِفِ

My soul is ransom for a mole beneath his eye,

My soul is a ransom for a mole under his eye

hidden by its lashes when it dozes.

When its hump shades without revealing

مِن شَمسِ جَبهَتِهِ إِذ خافَ تَحرِقُهُ

مِن شَمسِ جَبهَتِهِ إِذ خافَ تَحرِقُهُ

قَدِ اِستَظَلَّ قريب الجَفنِ بِالوطفِ

قَدِ اِستَظَلَّ قريب الجَفنِ بِالوطفِ

From the sun of his brow, fearing it would scorch it,

From the sun on his forehead, which he feared would burn him

it has sought shade near the eyelid beneath the long, thick lashes.

So he took shade near the eyelid with charm