وَفي قَدِّهِ كَالرّمحِ يَطعَنُ مُهجَتي

وَفي قَدِّهِ كَالرّمحِ يَطعَنُ مُهجَتي

وَإِنّي بِهِ المَقتولُ مِن غَيرِ ما شَكِّ

وَإِنّي بِهِ المَقتولُ مِن غَيرِ ما شَكِّ

And with his spear-like stature he pierces my heart,

And I am indeed slain by him, without a doubt.

وَفي خَدِّهِ مِن خالِهِ وَورودِهِ

وَفي خَدِّهِ مِن خالِهِ وَورودِهِ

إِلى الحسنِ دينارٌ وَقيراط مِن مِسكِ

إِلى الحسنِ دينارٌ وَقيراط مِن مِسكِ

And on his cheek, from his mole and his roses,

Beauty has a dinar and a carat of musk.