ما أَبعَدَ ما تَسومُني الأَهواءُ

ما أَبعَدَ ما تَسومُني الأَهواءُ

سامَتنِيَ مَن تَحسِدها البَيضاءُ

سامَتنِيَ مَن تَحسِدها البَيضاءُ

How far beyond reach is what my passions demand of me!

How far my passions have led me astray

They have demanded of me one whom the sun envies,

I was lured by one envied by the radiant dawn

مَن دونَ وِشاحِها الثُرَيّا طَلَعَت

مَن دونَ وِشاحِها الثُرَيّا طَلَعَت

من عَقدَ نطاقها اِشتَهى الجَوزاءُ

من عَقدَ نطاقها اِشتَهى الجَوزاءُ

One beneath whose sash the Pleiades have risen,

One for whose diaphanous scarf the Pleiades arose

One whose girdle Orion longed to fasten.

For whose slender waist the nut-brown partridge yearned