يلومونني في حبّ ذي المقلة الزرقا

يلومونني في حبّ ذي المقلة الزرقا

على أنّها شؤمٌ وهمت بها عشقا

على أنّها شؤمٌ وهمت بها عشقا

They reproach me for loving the one with the blue eye,

They blame me for loving the one with blue eyelids

claiming it is an ill omen, though I am lovesick for it.

Saying it is misfortune though I desired her with passion

فقلت لهم كفّوا الملام تأدّباً

فقلت لهم كفّوا الملام تأدّباً

فطيبة قد طابت بها عينها الزرقا

فطيبة قد طابت بها عينها الزرقا

So I told them, 'For courtesy’s sake, cease your reproach:

So I said to them, cease your blame in courtesy

for Tayba has grown sweet through its blue spring.'

For her eyes are made beautiful by their blueness